Nobody Home lyrics

I've 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

I've got thirteen
channels of s**t
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
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

Got a grand piano
to prop up
my mortal remains

I've got wild
staring eyes

And I've got
a strangeurge to fly

But I've 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've got
fading roots