Watch out for guys with violins on the roof.
And there must be Toys in the Attic.
You should really be thinking of a caravan rather than a mansion - and do be sure to park it in the hils…
All of these parts will sure build a swell house…on the street where you live.
So we can anticipate you’ll be taking a long break every afternoon?
I know. I know. I’m letting my mind wander. I’ll just go fix that hole where the rain gets in.
Upon review, it appears that SaintCad’s already working on that hole. So I’ll get started on filling those cracks that ran through the door.
It will be a house in New Orleans.
Not the one you heard about, I’m talkin’ bout another house.
One with gold in the cellar, left by a Spanish gentleman.
Oh, what a feeling, to be dancing on the ceiling.
Better than living in a box. Living in a cardboard box.
You’ll need a place for knitting sweaters by the fireside, and doing the garden digging the weeds in the Gada-Da-Vida out back.
Will this be a crowded house, a house of blues or an animal house?
How about a big brass bed? If there’s no room put it in Joe’s garage.
Down, down in the basement
We hear the sound of machines
Make sure every light in the house is on, in case she ever decides to come home.
And leave an exposed pipe in case the answer is no.
And have one chair so it can ignore your saying “I AM!”
And don’t forget to tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree. The one that Honey planted when it was just a twig.
But be sure that you have adequate wiring, or your father will sit at night with no lights on while his cigarette glows in the dark.
And good soundproofing so you won’t have to tiptoe past the master bedroom where your mother reads her magazine.
Or be like your neighbor Mr. Green! He’s so serene, he has a TV in every room!
Put a spotlight in the corner in case you lose your religion.
And outside you can build a little birdhouse in your soul.
Make sure there are no thugs in it. Make that clear. Make little Graham promise to be a good boy.
Also, if you’re looking for a place to hang you tears in the rain, may I suggest the rusty nail over the front door?
Keep a gun in a dresser drawer down the hall, so that this will be the last night she’ll wonder where you’ve been.
If I were a drunkard, I’ll tell you what I’d do
I’d quit all my drinking and work on a building too.
Is this the house that Jack built? Make it a brick house. Mighty Mighty!
We’re not done yet. We still need another brick in the wall.
And out in back, inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.
Wait, I’m confused - Who’s house?