Pink Floyd - Nobody Home

Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time, but there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington
Who's that?
Rose Pilchitt!
Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?
[Kid screams in background. foreground: Shut Up!]
36-24-36 [laughter] does that answer your question?
[foreground: Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!]
Who's she?
She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961 ...

I've got a little black book with my poems in
I've 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 these swollen hand blues.
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
They'll be nobody home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down in 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
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone

Surprise, surprise, surprise... (from Gomer Pyle show)

There's still nobody home

I've got a pair of Gohills boots
And I've got fading roots