作词 : Roger Waters
 作曲 : Roger Waters
I got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag  got 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
I got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop my mortal remains
I’ve got wild  staring eyes
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to  fly to  fly to  fly to
Ooooo Babe
When I pick up the phone
There’s still nobody home
I got a pair of Gohill boots
And I got fading roots