Dust Devil (Live)

Well spiedy little whiskey, she's streets ahead Top of the morning, the last one to bed She keeps a gizmo under her pillow A little dust devil whipping up a storm To the daybreak she's equanimous to the norm But come early evening, well she's banging off the ceiling And I said come down, I am missing you If these little fingers could draw you into my picture Well I said come down, I am missing you If these little fingers could paint you into my picture They surely would She holds the toilet seat around her neck Writes the landlord out another worthless cheque Come the dawnbreak, well she's the self made And I said come down, I am missing you If these little fingers could draw you into my picture Well I said come down, yeah I am missing you If these little fingers could paint you into my picture Well they surely would Oh I said come down, I am missing you If these little fingers could draw you into my picture Well I said come down, yeah I am missing you If these little fingers could paint you into my picture Well they surely would Thank you so very much indeed