Intro :
I've got a l ittle black book with my poems in
I've got a b ag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I 'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a b one in
I got el astic bands keeping my shoes on
Got these swollen hand b lues.
Got t hirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to c hoose from
I 've got electric light
A nd I've got second sight
I've got am azing p owers of observ ation
A nd that is how I k now
W hen I try to get through
On the telephone to you
T hey'll be nobody h ome
I've got the obl igatory Hendrix perm
And the ine vitable pinhole burns
A ll down in the front of my favourite satin s hirt
I 've got n icotine stains on my fingers
I've got a s ilver spoon on a chain
I've got a g rand piano to prop up my mortal rem ains
I 've got wild staring eyes
I 've got a strong urge to fly
But I 've got nowhere to f ly to
O oooh Babe w hen I pick up the phone
T here's still nobody h ome
I 've got a p air of Gohills boots
And I've got fading r oots