"Alright, I´ll take care of them part of the time, but there´s somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington" "Who´s that ?" "Rose Pilchitt !"
"Rose Pilchitt ? Who´s that ?" [Des enfant scrient en fond "Shut Up !"] "36-24-36 [laughter] does that answer your question ?" [En fond: "Oi ! I´ve got a little black book with me poems in!"] "Who´s she ?" "She was ´Miss Armoured Division´ in 1961 ... "
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 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