[00:00.00] 作词 : Roger Waters
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Roger Waters
[00:15.22]I got a little black book with my poems in.
[00:19.41]Got a bag, got a toothbrush and ab.
[00:23.60]
[00:24.22]When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
[00:30.78]
[00:32.97]I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
[00:37.22]Got those swollen hands blus.
[00:41.81]Got thirteen channels of **** on the TV to choose from.
[00:48.99]
[00:50.88]I got electric light,
[00:54.56]
[00:56.74]And I got second sight.
[01:00.18]Got amazing powers of observation.
[01:08.00]
[01:10.87]And that is how I know,
[01:15.37]When I try to get through,
[01:18.25]
[01:19.56]On the telephone to you,
[01:24.06]
[01:26.25]There'll be nobody home.
[01:30.94]
[01:36.68]I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
[01:41.06]And the inevitable pinhole burns,
[01:46.25]All down the front of my favorite satin shirt,
[01:54.56]I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
[01:59.37]I got a silver spoon on a chain.
[02:04.06]Got a grand piano to prop my mortal remains.
[02:12.56]I've got wild, staring eyes.
[02:17.63]
[02:18.26]And I got a strong urge to fly.
[02:24.63]But I got nowhere to fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to.
[02:34.88]
[02:36.26]Ooooo Babe,
[02:41.26]When I pick up the phone,
[02:45.38]
[02:48.01]There's still nobody home.
[02:52.51]
[02:58.82]I got a pair of Gohill boots,
[03:02.88]And I got fading roots.

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 ab.
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blus.
Got thirteen channels of **** 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.