..When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
I've got those swollen hand blues.

I've got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. 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 n o b o d y h o m e.

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
and I've got 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.

....when I pick up the phone, there's still n o b o d y h o m e.

(I've got a pair of Gohills boots...

and I've got fading roots..)