Floyd Pink Nobody Home lyrics

I`ve got a little black book with my poems in
I`ve got a bag with a toothbrush and comb in
When I`m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bans keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I`ve got electric light
And 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
And I`ve got a string urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
There`s still nobody home
I`ve got a pair of Gohills boots
But I got fading roots
Back to: PINK FLOYD lyrics