Nobody Home - 2011 Remastered Version

There's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington (who's that?)
Rose Pilchitt (Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?)
36-24-36 (oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in)
Does that answer your question? (Who's she?)
She was Miss Armoured Division in 1961

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 the bone in

I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
I got 13 channels of shit on the TV 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
Now all down the front of my favorite 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 strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to (fly to)

Ooh, babe, when I pick up the phone
There is still nobody home

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