Текст (слова) песни: Cream - 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 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, Balancing zeppelins on the end of my nose. Calling your name in the zoo, Blowing my fav`rite mind.
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