Jump, Little Children - Someone's in the Kitchen

I spent Sunday afternoon just hanging around,
Hanging by my nails two miles up and falling down.
Checking out the weather
With my strung out feathers,
Holding up a singer
By my good luck finger.

Oh, I'm hanging on,
Come back tomorrow to see if I'm gone.(x2)

I missed the train by a second or two,
Screaming through my fist, screaming out "Please love me do,"
Hanging with a Haitian
At the ticket station,
Talking about money
How it sure is funny

Oh I'm hanging out if ever you need me
Just give me a shout.(x2)

Woke up this morning, my guitar was on fire,
Smoke it up Jimi, I thought that you had long retired.
Charcoal smoke and red hot ember,
Smells like Christmas in September.

Oh, I'm waking up,
The sugar plum fairy's in my coffee cup.(x2)

CHORUS
Someone's in the kitchen,
Smells like suppertime,
Someone's in the kitchen,
And they're popping a bottle of wine.

I got a letter from a long lost sis,
Jumping in the lily, jumping in the sunshine kiss.
"I'm dying and I'm dying on a hospital bed
come on come on kiss me just before I'm dead."

Oh, long ago,
Someone figured that I would just know.(x2)

I caught a ferry across the lonely bay,
And I bussed up to Boston and I bought a ticket just one way,
I jumped upon a plane, a coal-black stallion,
I crossed the finish line and I grabbed the medallion.

Oh, I'm finally home,
Promise me that you won't go.(x2)

CHORUS