Lyrics :
Ive got a little black book... with my poems in.
got a bag with my tooth brush and comb in...
when im a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in.
i got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
got a swallowen hand blues
I got thirteen Channels of shit on the TV to Choose From
Ive Got electric lights... And Ive got second Sight... Ive
got Amazing powers of Observation
And Thats is how I know...
When I Try to get through on the Telephone to you...
There will be nobody home...

i've got the obligatory Hendrix Perm and the inevidable
pinhole burns all down in front of my favorite satin
shirt...
I got nicotine stains on my finger
and i got a silver spoon on a chain
And a Grand Piano to prop up my mortal remains
I Got a Wild Staring Eyes And I Got a strong urge to Fly !
But I got nowhere to Fly To...
Oh Babe ! When I pick up the phone... Theres still Nobody
Home...

Ive Got a pair of Gohill's Boot...
And I Got Fading Root...


Lyrics By Roger Waters