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....