[Intro] “But there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington…” “Who's that?” “Rose Pilchitt!” “Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?” *child screams* (Shut up!) “36-24-36 *Laugh Track* does that answer your question?” (Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!) “Who's she?” “She was 'Miss Armored Division' in 1961… ” [Verse 1: Roger Waters] 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 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 [Chorus 1: Roger Waters] And that is how I know When I try to get through On the telephone to you There will be nobody home [Verse 2: Roger Waters] 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 I've 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've got nowhere to fly to (Fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to…) [Chorus 2: Roger Waters] Ooh, babe, when I pick up the phone (“Surprise, surprise, surprise…”) There's still nobody home [Outro: Roger Waters] I've got a pair of Gohil's boots And I've got fading roots