Nobody Home

[Intro]

"But there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington..."

"Who's that?"

"Rose Pilchek!"

"Rose Pilchek? 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 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've got nowhere 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

("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?")