My new house
You should see my house
My new house
You should see my new house No rabbit hutch about it
I bought it off the baptists
I get the bills
And I get miffed
At the damn polyester fills
The interior is a prison unconscious My new house
Keep away from my new house Wash the drawers of pills
It's got window sills
With lead centred in the middle of them My new house
Is no beatnik hang That Halifax copter
Sure dropped me a cropper Sometimes I think I'll ring SwineAnd go back to my flat But my new house
I do love the mad things about it According to the postman
It's like the bleeding Bank of England Creosote tar fence surrounds it
Those razor blades eject when I press eject My new house
Could easily crack a mortal, it The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan hung himself at number 13 It'll be great when it's decorated
My new house.
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