I was walking down the high street, When I heard footsteps behind me. And there was a little old man (Hello!) In scarlet and gray, chuckling away Well he trotted back to my house And he sat beside the telly (Ah!) With his tiny hands on his tummy Chuckling away, laughing all day "I ought to report you to the Gnome Office." "Gnome Office? Ahahahah!" Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me, Said the laughing gnome Well I gave him roasted toadstools, And a glass of dandelion wine. (*burp* Pardon...) Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne. Carried his bag, and gave him a fag. "Have you got a light, boy?" "Here, where do you come from?" "Gnome-man's land, heehee!" "Oh, really?" In the morning, when I woke up, He was sitting on the edge of my bed, With his brother, whose name was Fred. He'd brought him along to sing me a song. "All right, let's hear it... 'ere, what's that clicking noise?" "That's Fred, he's a metro-gnome, haha!" Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me "Oh now, I'm a gnome, anyway, haha!" "Haven't you got a home to go to?" "No, we are gnome-ads, hehe!" "Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school? You look like a rolling gnome." "Nah, not at the London school of Eco-gnome-ics." Now they're staying up me chimney, And we're living on caviar and honey (Hurray!) 'Cause they're earning me lots of money Writing comedy prose for radio shows "It's the, errrr... it's the gnome-service, yes, of course!" Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee (Oh, dear me...) I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me (One more time!) Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me
Written by: David Bowie