I've got a little black book with my poems in.

[ET Awful]

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

There's still nobody home.

I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots.

[GCP]

1. Great song

I saw one of the original Wall concerts in London in 1980. During the show the roadies built a bloody great wall of styrofoam blocks across the stage until all you could see was Floyd in one small hole, this song came at the very end just before the wall was complete. Then they relied on video projections on the wall until "Tear Down the Wall" came on, and it all came crashing down.
Brilliant show.