Letra de 'Sunset Strip' de Roger Waters

I like staying with my Uncle Dave
And I like playing with his great dane
But I don't fit
I feel alien and strange, kinda outa range

I like riding in my uncle's car
Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade
And movie stars and paparazzi play
The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game

And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home

Billy is searching for his native land
Flicking through the stations with the dial in his hand
Picking up and
A male voice choir on the short wave band

Billy taps out Jim's number on the 'phone
Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering tone
Come on my friend, speak to me please
The land of my fathers is calling to me
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back, back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home

Come on home
He sits in the canyon
With his back to the sea
Sees a blood red dragon
On a field of green
He hears a male voice choir
Singing Billy come home
Billy, Billy, come home
Come on home

Californian Weirdo:
I don't like fish, marine fish.
I don't like fish.

Jim:
You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles.

Californian Weirdo:
I don't like fish

Jim:
Yes, we've established that. Ah!
Do you have a request?

Californian Weirdo:
Shell fish, guppy
Salmon, shrimp and crab
And lobster, flounder
I hate fish, but think
Most of all I hate fresh fish
Like trout
I hate fresh trout
My least-hated
Favourite fish would be sole
That way you don't
Have to see eyes
Sole has no eyes

Jim:
Oh no!
I'd like to be home with
My monkey and my dog

Jim:
Thank you
I'd like to be home with
My monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with
My monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with
My monkey...

Jim:
They don't care. Shut up. Play the record