Song Description
Syd Barrett couldn't even dream of this level of insanity.
| Song Length |
3:58 |
Genre |
Unique - Unclassified, Spoken Word - Experimental |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
| |
Lyrics
I was an eskimo, sitting on the ice.
I was an eskimo, eating my rice.
I was a train, running down the track.
I was a train that never came back.
Next to my home there lived a little man,
three steps down in a little white van.
He came a' knocking when I was in town.
Went to see the Queen in her Brand New Crown.
In the sky there flew a little bird,
Flew so high he couldn't be heard.
Went to where the sun was lit
and now he spins in orbit.
There is a goat, eating on a hill.
Eats so much he gets his fill.
One day he'll turn round and find
that he has left his hind behind.
I was a clock that never used to chime,
I was a clock that never told the time.
I was a poem that never used to rhyme,
I was a poem that never used to rhyme.
I was an eskimo, sitting on the ice.
I was an eskimo, eating my rice.
I was a train, running down the track.
I was a train that never came back.
I was a clock that never used to chime,
I was a clock that never told the time.
I was a poem that never used to rhyme,
I was a poem that never used to rhyme.