Pink Floyd
| ... |
| I've got a little black book with my poems in |
| I've 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 keeping my shoes on |
| Got those swollen hand blues. |
| I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from |
| I've got electric light, |
| I've got second sight |
| I've got 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 favourite 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 |
| I've got a strong urge to fly |
| But I've got nowhere to fly to (fly to) (fly to) |
| Ooh, babe, when I pick up the phone |
| There's still nobody home |
| I've got a pair of Gohill's boots |
| But I've got fading roots. |