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-out



That halifax copter
Sure dropped me a cropper



Sometimes i think i'll ring swine-tax
And 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