nobody home pink floyd cover

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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 shit 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
OOh, Babe when I pick up the phone

There s still nobody home

I ve got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots