Doing That Scrapyard Thing Lyrics
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 fav'rite head.
Missing the last bed, waving a cheery herring,
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe.
Phoning your home from my tree,
Drinking my fav'rite 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 fav'rite egg.
Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana,
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Balancing zeppelins on the end of my nose.
Calling your name in the zoo,
Blowing my fav'rite mind.
