Nobody Home - Roger Waters, Snowy White

«Alright, I’ll take care of them part of the time

But the somebody else that needs

Taking care of in Washington.»

«Who's that?»

«Rose Pilchitt»

«Rose Pilchitt, who’s that?»

(child screams in background --- «Shut Up!»)

«36−24−36.

Does that answer your question?»

«Oi!

I’ve got a little black book with my poems in!»

«Who's she?»

«She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961…»

Got a little black book with my poems in

Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb

When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone

I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on

Got those swollen hands 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

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

Ooooo Babe

When I pick up the phone

«Surprise, surprise, surprise…»

There’s still nobody home

I got a pair of Gohill’s boots

And I got fading roots