| Am | C+ | C | D7 | F | Fm | C | |
| I've got a | little black book with my poems in |
| E | |
| I've got a | bag with a toothbrush and a comb in |
| F | C | |
| When | I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a | bone in |
| F | C | |
| I got e | lastic bands keeping my shoes on |
| E | E7 | |
| Got these | swollen hand | blues |
| F | C | |
| Got | thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to | choose from |
| C | |
| I've got electric light |
| C7 | |
| And I've got second sight |
| F | Fm | C | E7 | D7/F# | G | |
| I've got a | mazing | powers of obser | vation |
| G | E7/G# | |
| And that is how I | know |
| Am | C+ | C6 | |
| When I try to get through |
| C/G | D | |
| On the telephone to you |
| Fm6 | C | F | |
| They'll be nobody | home |
| C | |
| I've got the ob | ligatory Hendrix perm |
| E | E7+ | |
| And the in | evitable pinhole burns |
| F | C | |
| All down in the front of my favourite satin | shirt |
| F | C | |
| I've got | nicotine stains on my fingers |
| E | |
| I've got a | silver spoon on a chain |
| F | C | |
| I've got a | grand piano to prop up my mortal re | mains |
| C | |
| I've got wild staring eyes |
| C7 | F | |
| I've got a strong urge to fly |
| Fm | C | E | Am | D7 | G | E7 | |
| But | I've got nowhere to | fly to |
| Am | C | D7 | |
| Ooooh Babe | when I pick up the phone |
| Fm6 | C | F | C | |
| There's still nobody | home |
| F | C | |
| I've got a | pair of Gohills boots |
| E | E7 | |
| And I've got | fading | roots |