oh well, syd barret has one or two things on his mind | he said, "i've got a few things that i just got to say." | but the other party out on the prairie turned his head and went away | syd thought to himself, "i got a few things to say, but where is everyone and why are they so far from being in my way?" | well syd looked up and he saw a prairie dog waiting by an ocean's bay | he picked up a stick and said: "hey, won't you come and have some fun... maybe we could play?" | get up and run and pick up a gun | sick on the bus and we're in a gap | filled with the condoling faces | black fonts that he thought were never to be used even though they looked so attractive | but the other party out on the prairie turned his head and went away | while syd thought to himself, "i got a few things to say, but where is everyone and why are they so far from being in my way?"