Nobody Home Lyrics

Nobody Home lyrics

Got a little black book with my poems in,

 Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.

 When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in.

 I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on,

 Got those swollen hand blues,

 Got thirteen channels of shit 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,

 I 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, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to).

 Oooooh, babe, when I pick up the phone,

 There's still nobody home.

 I got a pair of Gohill's boots,

 And I got fading roots....