Lyrics

I'm sitting in my chair Feeling very Pestalozzi Feeling very A.S. Neill I won't slave to the recipe Or the picture on the box I'm not a great authority Just give me a salad spinner And a click-track to my ear Non-stick coated lopping shears A hand-forged kitchen knife Powerful binoculars, a nuclear-strength perfume A left-hand corkscrew A set of two door wedges, both as good as new Give me a bag of short-grain rice Patchouli bagno schiuma Fragrance, salt and spice A four-digit combination lock From a long-gone library An outdoor garden keybox-rock Baking-soda, the all-purpose rеmedy I'm sitting in my chair Feeling very Pestalozzi Feeling vеry A.S. Neill Just give me the missing ingredients An easy Nebulizer A Super Ninja fruit fly trap A pack of bamboo skewers Anything that isn't crap A sack of dead sea salt A pair of quail egg scissors And a cellar full of noise I washed them all together I just want it, want it Want it all