Cream - Doing That Scrapyard Thing


Doing That Scrapyard Thing Lyrics

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 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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Songwriter(s): Peter Constantine Brown, Jack Bruce
Copyright: Dratleaf Music Ltd.
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