歌詞
I'm sitting in my chair
Feeling very Pestalozzi
Feeling very A.S. Neill
I won't slave to the recipe
Or the picture on the box
I'm not a great authority
Just give me a salad spinner
And a click-track to my ear
Non-stick coated lopping shears
A hand-forged kitchen knife
Powerful binoculars
A nuclear-strength perfume
A left-hand corkscrew
A set of two door wedges
Both as good as new
Give me a bag of short-grain rice
Patchouli bagno schiuma
Fragrance, salt and spice
A 4-digit combination lock
From a long-gone library
An outdoor garden keybox-rock
Baking-soda: the all-purpose remedy
I'm sitting in my chair
Feeling very Pestalozzi
Feeling very A.S. Neill
Just give me the missing ingredients
An Easy Nebulizer
A Super Ninja fruit fly trap
A pack of bamboo skewers
Anything that isn't crap
A sack of dead sea salt
A pair of quail egg scissors
And a cellar full of noise
I'll wash them all together
I just want it
Want it
Want it all
