Peter Brier - Whistle Interlude Lyrics

My socks have no elastic and my candle's burning out
I got the run of this whole house
But I been thinkin 'bout running out
I went to the store for a thing or two but I found I couldn't choose
I was slipping on the ooze
Paid for everything except my dues
Next stop was the laundromat
When I got there what did I find
My clothes out on the line
I must've spun 'em back in time
Hope I learned a thing or two
Since my last whistle interlude
I looked up my sock flew across the sky
Back then I thought I couldn't sing
And I didn't know what you would bring
The trumpets blew the wind that made 'em dry
My socks have no elastic and my candle's burning out
I got the run of this whole house
But I been thinkin 'bout running out
Get there fast but please don't hurry
Don't you ask but please don't worry
You turn eyelids into curtains
You turn daylight into curses
You turn eight balls into hearses
You were born without a burden
I could try and make it out but I think I might stick around
I wrote this song a thousand times and played the only one that rhymed
My socks have no elastic and my candle's burning out
I got the run of this whole house
But I been thinkin 'bout running out
I went to the store for a thing or two but I found I couldn't choose
I was slipping on the ooze
Paid for everything except my dues
Hope I learned a thing or two
Since my last whistle interlude
I looked up my sock flew across the sky
Back then I thought I couldn't sing
And I didn't know what you would bring
The trumpets blew the wind that made 'em dry