Captain Beefheart - Odd Jobs lyrics

The rug ripped up in cloth popcorn balls The walls an old candy striped sack In the corner wrinkled black and white A table held up by legs The peeled back red enamelled mouth of linoleum screamed At the pasteboard door A knob rolled off in some corner sticky A curtain blew into a sink Dead flies and newspapers Charred fire brown wings and toast Hobo ain't been around for some time The gate danced without its paint on Odd jobs is written on Spiders were the window's eyes The sun made them look silver The little girl from in back of the clothesline Cast a shadow like a crow It's beak spoke open Why doesn't old Odd Jobs come around anymore He used to ride his form-a-heap bike And his basket was a whole candy store He used t'make Xs from door to door All the women and the young girls around here Ask why old Jobs don't come on home And the gate without its paint on danced And creaked and moaned Here he comes peddlin' up on his form-a-heap bike A bag of skin and bones Spokes were scraping two rust fenders