Did anyone see my last marble |
| As it rolled out and over the floor? |
| It fell through a hole in the corner |
| Of a room in a town on a tour |
It's lonely without your last marble |
| I miss it not rattling around |
| As I lie in my bed there's a space in my head |
| Where there used to be colours and sound.. |
When I was a child I had marbles |
| They brought admiration and fame |
| They were pretty to look at and marbles |
| Was always my favourite game |
There were almost four hundred until the black day |
| I discovered how high they would fly |
| If you used them for tennis instead of a ball |
| And whacked them up into the sky |
That was almost the end of my marbles |
| Confiscated, I choked back the tears |
| I hung onto a handful of favourites |
| That disappeared over the years |
Did anyone see my last marble |
| I swear that I had it before |
| Sometimes I think I should go see a shrink |
| In case he can find me some more |
Did anyone see my last marble? |
| I'd saved it to give it away |
| Since I was a youth |
| Now I don't have no proof |
| Only words and what good are they? |
Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my marbles to me, to me |
| Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my marbles to me |