My New House Lyrics
My new houseYou should see my houseMy new houseYou should see my new houseNo rabbit hutch about itI bought it off the baptistsI get the billsAnd I get miffedAt the damn polyester fillsThe interior is a prison unconsciousMy new houseKeep away from my new houseWash the drawers of pillsIt’s got window sillsWith lead centred in the middle of themMy new houseIs no beatnik hang-outThat halifax copterSure dropped me a cropperSometimes I think I’ll ring swine-taxAnd go back to my flatBut my new houseI do love the mad things about itAccording to the postmanIt’s like the bleeding bank of englandCreosote tar fence surrounds itThose razor blades eject when I press ejectMy new houseCould easily crack a mortal, itThe spare room is fineThough a little hauntedBy mr. reagan who had hung himself at number 13Mr. reagan hung himself at number 13It’ll be great when it’s decoratedMy new house
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