I had another nightmare Go back to sleep, honey Everything will be alright in the end I'm going to LA, mom All the girls love you I'm proud of you, son How does he do it? It's so simple Look, rock is dead, guitars are dead In the Where Are They Now category, The Astronauts with their first big hit "Ain't got nobody" Ain't got nobody, ain't got nobody Ain't got no one to really love me Ain't got nobody, ain't got nobody Ain't got no one to kiss and hug me I've been so patient, all around the nation There ain't no one in all creation I'm living all alone Nobody at home It's hard to fall asleep I really start to freak My daddy loves me, no one could touch me 'Til he went up and left me lonely That's human nature, we fail each other And keep on searching for another I thought I had a friend But she was just pretend She didn't have a soul Nothing I could hold Ain't got nobody, ain't got nobody Ain't got no one to really love me Someone I can greet When I come home from work Someone who would smile And take away the hurt Ain't got nobody (ain't got nobody) Ain't got nobody (ain't got nobody) Could you be the one to really love me? Ain't got nobody, ain't got nobody Ain't got no one to kiss and hug me Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do

Oh, my Lord Oh-oh Well, it ain't nobody but me lord and I'm (calling on your name) Calling on (calling on your name) Calling on (calling on your name) Oh well, it ain't nobody but me lord down on (Down on my bended knees) What's your name? (Jesus, Jesus, Jesus) (Jesus) (Jesus) (Jesus) (Jesus) Well, it ain't nobody but me lord and I'm (calling on your name) Calling on (calling on your name) Calling on (calling on your name) Oh well, it ain't nobody but me lord down on (Down on my bended knees) What's your name? (Jesus), Jesus, (Jesus), Jesus (Jesus) Ooh What's your name? (Jesus) Ooh! What's your name? (Jesus) Jesus, (Jesus), Jesus (Jesus) (Jesus) (Jesus) (Jesus) (Jesus) Well, it ain't nobody but me lord and (I'm calling on your name) Calling on (calling on your name) Calling on (calling on your name) Oh well, it ain't nobody but me lord down on (Down on my bended knees) What's your name? (Jesus), Jesus, (Jesus), Jesus (Jesus)

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 the bone in I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on Got those swollen hand blues I got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from I've got electric light And I've got second sight I got 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 Now 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 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 Ooh, babe when I pick up the phone there is still nobody home I've got a pair of Gohills boots and I got fading roots