Nobody home.

I've got a little black book with my poems in it. 

And When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone. 

I've got electric light. 

And I got second sight. 

And I've got amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know. 

When I try to get through on the telephone to you,

 there'll be nobody home. 

Ive got wide staring eyes

And Ive got a strong urge to fly

But I've got nowhere to fly to.

Oh baby, When I pick up the phone. There's still nobody home.