He's a statue with a walkman
Knows his hemoglobin count
Statue with a walkman
Also the correct amount

Pretty day, pretty walkman, pretty sound

He's a statue with a walkman
Actually, he's lying down
Statue with a walkman
Butterflies upon his crown
Pretty day, pretty rooster, pretty sound

He's a statue with a walkman
Basking in the dying rays
Statue with a walkman
Hardly moves at all these days

We're all different versions of
The same thing
We're all different versions of
The same thing

Yeah, they say that old
Statue with a walkman, he don't seem to
Get around like he used toDon't
See him in the forest, near
The clearing
Where the kindly old lady livesDon't see him
Moseying up to the three bears saying
"Mind if I join you?"
Don't see him leaning over the
Shoulder of Goldilocks as she
Ruffles through the hip-hop section
At Sam GoodyDon't see
Him perched on the Town Hall
Looking sheepish with a parachute
Thinking, "It's made of silkAin't made
Of milkBut it won't get me to the ground
'cause I'm stuck on the roof"no
Don't see him inside the library
Books trying to look up
Irving Berlin in the section
For sixteenth century literature
No! Fact is, friends
And I'm telling you in confidence 'cause
I know no one gonna to hear that
Some of the young hippies in
Town, they came to me and they said
"We don't believe there
Ever been a statue with a walkman" I said
"You ever seen Death?" statue with a walkman
Vanished like the trilobite
Statue with a walkman
Birds upon his head alight

Pretty boy, pretty loser, pretty sound
Pretty day, pretty walkman, pretty sound

Aah aah aah

Yeah, I was 'round at the Judge's
House just the other night
Me and that old judge
We was sittin' either side of a big barrel
Of creosoteAnd I was matching
Him ladle for ladle, you know
First he'd take a pull on that
Old barrel and he'd he wouldn't say nothin'
He'd just proffer it to me as
Befit's a man of his
Dignity, yesAnd I'd take a hit of
That old creosote and I'd
Hand it back to him and hours
Would just drift byAnd to make
It all more memorable we was
Listening to Don Henley records
Digitally remastered on CD well
Seems like our bliss could
Have gone on uninterrupted for decadesYou
Know how time seems
To dwindle and stop when you're having
Fun in the middle of the
Night with a wealthy man but just
Then I heard me a little
Clicking outsideAnd I said
"Judge?You hear that?" And he
Said, "You get it, boyI make
More money than you" Well, i
Deposited my ladle in that old barrel
And I strode to the window
To observe what could be taking
Place outside of the window
First I pealed back lovingly the
French window curtains then
I pushed open the windows themselvesThere
Was a light summer breeze, it was July the
Twenty-ninthThe stars were twinkling
And on the rich jeweled
Gravel terrace, there, stood that old
Statue with a walkman reading a book
To himself in the moonlight yeah

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Writer(s): Robyn Hitchcock