Hobbies Galore

Hobbies Galore - R. Stevie Moore

Nobody's here quiet soft air

Play solitarian life

I notice my hands giving me loud applause

If you're a goat you don't mind

Gee it's good to be home

Hobbies galore

Don't you engage in a craft

Don't you like it alone

Locked behind doors

Take a test do your best

Passing the grade every time

Busy in love cutting out stuff

Writing the melodies light

Ten pounds a day isn't the kind of bread

One would expect to be mine

There's always home

Hobbies galore

Why doesn't somebody talk

Don't you like me a lot

Locked behind doors

Where you at where I at

Walking the floor over you you

I'm growing through through

I'm going to to to to display my

Hobbies galore just for you

Nobody's here what do I care

Painting a musical night

You're throwing me away apathy blinded you

Just when my hobbies are right

Gee it's good to be home

Hobbies galore

So much to do I forget

Don't you think you can help

Locked behind doors

Do your part fill your heart

Steal something else that is new

New

I'm growing through through

Through through

I'm going to to to to display my

Hobbies galore just for you

You you you

I'm growing through through through through

I'm going to to to to display my

Hobbies galore just for you