"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.
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 keepin my shoes on.
Got those 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.
And 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 favorite 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 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 got fading roots.

"Where the hell are you?"
"Over 47 german planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our
own aircraft"
"Where the hell are you Simon?"
[Machine gun sound, followed by plane crashing]