text: But theres somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington..
  Whos that?
  Rose Pilchitt!
  Rose Pilchitt? Whos that?
  36-24-36 does that answer your question?
  Whos she?
  She was Miss Armoured Division in 1961... 
  Ive got a little black book with my poems in
  Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
  When Im a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
  I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
  Got those swollen hand blues
  Ive got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
  Ive got electric light
  And Ive got second sight
  Ive got amazing powers of observation
  And that is how I know
  When I try to get through
  On the telephone to you
  There will be nobody home
  Ive got the obligatory Hendrix perm
  And the inevitable pinhole burns
  All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
  Ive got nicotine stains on my fingers
  Ive got a silver spoon on a chain
  Ive got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
  Ive got wild staring eyes
  And Ive got a strong urge to fly
  But Ive got nowhere to fly to 
  Ooooh babe when I pick up the phone
  Theres still nobody home
  Ive got a pair of Gohills boots
  And Ive got fading roots