Roger Waters - Nobody home - live version lyrics

Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time But the, somebody else that needs takin' care of in Washington Who's that? "Rose Pilchitt" "Rose Pilchitt", who's that? (Shut up) 36 24 36, does that answer your question? (Oh I, I've got a little black book with my poems in) Got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on Got those swollen hands blues I got thirteen channels of sh** on the TV to choose from I got electric light and I got second sight 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 got the obligatory Hendrix perm And the inevitable pinhole burns All down the front of my favorite satin shirt I got nicotine stains on my fingers Got a silver spoon on a chain Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains I got wild, staring eyes And I got a strong urge to fly But I got nowhere to fly to, fly to, fly to Ooh babe, when I pick up the phone (Surprise, surprise, surprise) There's still nobody home I got a pair of Gohill's Boots And I got fadin' roots