Doing That Scrapyard Thing
Cream Lyrics


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When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano,
Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea.
Writing your name in the sea,
Banging my favorite head.

Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring,
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe.
Phoning your home from a tree,
Drinking my favorite loch.

When I was old they gave me a model factory,
I met three salads out on the motorway.
Leaving your name at the door,
Breaking my favorite egg.

Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana,
Balancing zepplins on the end of my nose.




Calling your name in the zoo,
Blowing my favorite mind.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics for Cream's song Doing That Scrapyard Thing are quite abstract and full of vivid imagery. Upon first glance, it may seem difficult to make sense of them. However, the lyrics actually describe a journey through life, beginning with youth and leading up to old age.


The first verse talks about the singer's youth, when they were given a "mongrel" piano and spent their time inventing the "cup of tea". These lines suggest that the singer was a creative person from a young age, playing with words and sounds. The line "writing your name in the sea" could be interpreted as a desire to leave a lasting mark, while "banging my favorite head" could represent the singer's determination to keep pursuing their creative passions.


The second verse talks about the singer's adult years, when they were given a "model factory" and met "three salads" (which could be a metaphor for people who are superficially attractive but lacking substance). The line "leaving your name at the door" suggests that the singer has left someone behind as they go off on their journey. The line "breaking my favorite egg" might represent a loss of something precious, or a mistake that has serious consequences. The singer is "missing the walrus" and "sharing my last banana", which could represent a feeling of nostalgia and a willingness to connect with others.


The final verse portrays old age, when the singer is "doing that scrapyard thing". The images of "balancing zeppelins on the end of my nose" and "blowing my favorite mind" suggest that the singer is still experimenting and playing with ideas, despite their advanced age. The line "calling your name in the zoo" could represent a yearning for connection or recognition. Overall, the lyrics of Doing That Scrapyard Thing are full of colorful language that evokes a sense of life's journey from youth to old age.


Line by Line Meaning

When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano,
As a child, I was gifted a poorly made piano by my family.


Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea.
I occupied my time creating new ways to make tea.


Writing your name in the sea,
I wrote your name on the shore of the ocean.


Banging my favourite head.
I banged my favourite body part, likely my head.


Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring,
I was not able to sleep in the last bed and instead stood waving a herring.


Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe.
I balanced entire brass bands on the tip of my toe.


Phoning your home from a tree,
I called your home from atop of a tree.


Drinking my favourite loch.
I drank my favourite loch, which may be metaphorical for something else.


When I was old they gave me a model factory,
When I was old, I was gifted a model factory.


I met three salads out on the motorway.
I encountered three cars on the motorway, possibly with green paint or some other quality reminiscent of salads.


Leaving your name at the door,
I left your name at the entrance to a room or building.


Breaking my favorite egg.
I broke my favourite egg, which may be metaphorical for something else.


Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana,
I was unable to find a walrus and instead shared my last banana.


Balancing zepplins on the end of my nose.
I balanced zeppelins on the tip of my nose.


Calling your name in the zoo,
I called your name in a zoo, possibly surrounded by animals.


Blowing my favorite mind.
I blew my favourite mind, which may be metaphorical for something else.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JACK BRUCE, PETER CONSTANTINE BROWN

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Ralph Signorelli


on Spoonful

First time I heard Cream I was stoned out of my mind on LSD lying of the floor between two very large speakers, for 8 hours. These guys are the best musicians England ever produced. All Rock music after this was just was just imitation.

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