My New House

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