Song Lyrics: Doing That Scrapyard Thing
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Jennifer on August 20th, 2007
Alright, since I re-acquired Goodbye I can’t stop listening to it. It’s almost a disease. The song that makes no sense (well, some sense) is my favorite. By the way the album cover is almost one of my least favorite covers in history. What could they have been thinking?
Written by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown… Doing That Scrapyard Thing
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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