Lyrics

I need a golden fountain pen I need a fountain in my back garden My back garden I need a rock that doesn't roll A little box with full logic control Logic control I need a spoon to cause a stir I need a Roman amphitheater A theater I need a leaning CD tower An ergonomic deluxe swivel chair A swivel chair I need a swivel chair I need a refund I need a brass band Everything I need the last gram I need a program Everything I need a letter from St. Paul The signatures of Ringo, George And John on my wall Yeah, yeah I need a drum of human skin A secret room to play it in A case to display it in I need a gun I need a gun I need a gun I need a gun A gun, I need a gun I really need a gun I need a refund I need a brass band Everything I need the last gram I need a program Everything I need a golden fountain pen I need a fountain in my back garden My back garden I need a wordless telephone A little plot of Earth to call my own To call my own An Earth to call my own An Earth to call my own An Earth to call my own Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh