Buzzard Custard
You were all alone
On the telephone
Said you couldn't find
Your way back home
Girl you got this far
Who you think you are?
Well I don't
Think you know
I know
You follow
It shows
So hollow
You're so
Hollow
And you found yourself
On the bottom shelf
Next to
The rubbing alcohol
And oh good Lord
You don't get an award
For doing what
You're supposed to do
I know
You follow
It shows
So Hollow
You're so
Hollow
Autor(es): The Buzzards of Fuzz
