[Pink Floyd Cover]
I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm
a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got
thirteen channels of s**t on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of
observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.
I've got
the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine
stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild
staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the
phone
There'll be nobody home.
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots.