| Song | Catapult |
| Artist | Phish |
| Album | Live Phish, Vol. 02 |
| Doctor Davis, telephone please | |
| Doctor Davis, telephone please | |
| I'd catapult downtown | |
| To see the galleries | |
| And my favorite fiancée | |
| In a lavender gown | |
| But I'm hooked up to a machine | |
| It performs my daily functions | |
| Through a tube in my ween | |
| And today that thing malfunctioned | |
| Like a forest fire | |
| It burnt a hole in me, | |
| I perspired | |
| So there ain't gonna be no wedding | |
| No love affair | |
| No art to which none compares |
| Doctor Davis, telephone please | |
| Doctor Davis, telephone please | |
| I' d catapult downtown | |
| To see the galleries | |
| And my favorite fiancé e | |
| In a lavender gown | |
| But I' m hooked up to a machine | |
| It performs my daily functions | |
| Through a tube in my ween | |
| And today that thing malfunctioned | |
| Like a forest fire | |
| It burnt a hole in me, | |
| I perspired | |
| So there ain' t gonna be no wedding | |
| No love affair | |
| No art to which none compares |