I've got a little round pond that I fish in
I've got a fishing rod in poor condition
When they got a coin
They throw one for making a wish in

I got some red paint colouring my big hat
Got a bright blue jacket
I got thirteen more concrete gits in the garden to look at

One's in a dress, just right
And she's got fishnet tights
Got an amazing pair of concrete titties
And that is how it goes, whenever I dream
What I see through the steam:
There'll be ho-body gnome


She sings the obligatory Hendrix songs,
And the inevitable leather thongs
Lace up the front of her low-cut satin basque
She's got moss growing 'tween her fingers,
She's got one leg cocked on a drain
Got concrete stilettos, shiny with white gloss paint

She's got blank, staring eyes
Raining, it looks like she cries
And that always makes me cry, too
Cry, too
Cry, too
Ooh, babe - made of concrete, not chrome
There she is: ho-body gnome
I've got a pair of concrete boots,
I sit on old tree roots