"Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette)" by David Bowie

Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name 
And and I was...um...
It was that phot... a fading photograph of a patch..., a
patchwork quilt. 
And they've put me on these...
Ramona put me on 
these interest drugs 

So I'm thinking very too bit too fast like a brain hatch

And ah they won't let me see anybody
If I want to sometimes ... and I ask
I can still hear some pop...popular musics and aftershocks.
(Ahhh-choo)
See I've been watching a television of um... 
in the homelands
That's the new homelands and um that's all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And I think something is going to be horrid