Doing That Scrapyard Thing


By jack bruce and pete brown

When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano,
Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea
Writing your name in the sea,
Banging my favorite head

Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring,
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe
Phoning your home from a tree,
Drinking my favorite loch

When I was old they gave me a model factory,
I met three salads out on the motorway
Leaving your name at the door,
Breaking my favorite egg

Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana,
Balancing zeppelins on the end of my nose
Calling your name in the zoo,
Blowing my favorite mind







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