JOE is so disoriented by his disease, he goes in the other room and

plays the title cut from an old Jeff Simmons album, and sings along

with it.



Joe:

Lucille

Has messed my mind up

But I still love her

Oh I still love her

Lucille

Has messed my mind up

But I still love her

Oh I still love her

Lucille

Has messed my mind up

But I still need her

You know I need her

Whatcha tryna doota me

Lucille?

Whatcha tryna doota me

Lucille?

Whatcha tryna doota me

Lucille?

You got me goin' outa my mind

Lucille

Has tore my heart up

But I still love her

I really love her

Lucille

Has tore my heart up

But I still need her

You know I need her

She treats me like my heart

Is made of stone

She runs around

And leaves me home

All alone

She doesn't answer

When I call her on the phone

She messed up my mind

I'm crying alla the time

Lucille

Has messed my mind up (etc., etc., etc.)



Central Scrutinizer:

This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...again, Hi!...It's me again, the

CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...Joe says Lucille has messed his mind up, but,

was it the girl or was it the music? As you can see...girls, music,

disease, heartbreak...they all go together...Joe found out the hard

way, but his troubles were just beginning...his mind was so messed

up...he could hardly do nothin'...He was in a quandary...being

devoured by the swirling cesspool of his own steaming desires...the

guy was a wreck...so...what does he do? For once, he does something

SMART...he goes out...and pays a lot of money to L. Ron Hoover... at

the First Church of Appliantology