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
Dainties in a jam-jar, parson's color in the sky Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh So you
for a box of fading years And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? And the ice creams
(Eric Clapton and George Harrison) Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car. Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far. And I'm thinkin' 'bout
(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) 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,
(Ginger Baker) Dainties in a jam-jar, parson's colour in the sky. Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high. Moby Dick and Albert making out with
(Skip James) I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I don't know what to do, I
, Gonna catch me a freight train. Gonna leave this town, Work done got to hard. She's gone, but I don't worry, I'm sittin' on top of the world. [Goodbye Cream
to a fight. Hey now baby, get into my big black car Hey now baby, get into my big black car I wanna just show you what my politics are. [Goodbye Cream
the weekend and dreaming Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity Got postcards from my former selves saying: "How've you been?" We might've said goodbyes
I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms [
are melting slow, as she watches from the window. the street light's flickering like a tongue that can't stop licking. like the cat that got the cream
: My sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot For a test
I was big and bold and more than twice as old As all the cats I'd ever seen I grew my hair and bought a suit Of shiny white or was it cream I shook and
: [Cream] In the white room With black curtains Near the station Black country roof No gold pavements Tired starlings Silver horses Ran down moonbeams
you standing in a weird red light The pump and grind that I call my head The suck milk nebula I use instead The suck milk clot and the sweet cream
the righting wrongs, just asking questions that belong without an answer. The God is laughing up his sleeve as He pours himself another cup of tea, and He waves goodbye
ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Ev'rybody from right now To over there and back The louder they come The harder they crack Come now, sweet cream
