“Fifty cent,” if you please. But it was Roger Miller, not he, who performed it. In any case, it would be very difficult to fit four beds in an eight-by-twelve room.
We must not forget the landscaping, too. See the tree, how big it’s grown? But friend, it hasn’t been too long it wasn’t big. I knew we should not have planted it in an octopus’s garden, in the shade.
:smack: Wow. Ruined my own joke and Elvis’.
Yes, but what did you do with Timothy?
Wherever it’s built, if you look through any window, you’ll see smiling faces. That is, unless there are silohuettes on the shade.
We went to see Uncle John’s Band…
Don’t forget, that at the top of the stairs, there’s a dark hallway that leads nowhere.
If you come to the door, and you’re afraid to knock, just stoop down low and peer through the lock…
Just don’t always go somewhere else and leave Beth home alone. Even if the boys are calling.
This house just ain’t no home anytime she goes away.
A chair is still a chair when there’s no one sitting there, but a chair is not a house and a house is not a home, when there’s no one there to hold you tight. A room is still a room even when there’s nothing but gloom.
The bed’s too big for you to be in all alone.
Well I dunno about your house, but…
I have a house where I can go when there’s too many people around me.
Halfway down the stairs, there’s a stair where I sit and think about you & me.
I always pictured a pair of bunk beds.
Set aside seven rooms for the Four Tops whenever they come to visit, just seven rooms of gloom …
And made of ticky-tacky, and look the same as all the other little boxes on the hillside. This isn’t an entirely upscale community here, ya know - look at all the riffraff.
But anyway, we need to get started pretty soon, so the OP doesn’t have to sleep in the subway, darling.
Then when this old world starts a getting me down and people are just too much for me to face, Ill climb way up to the top of the stairs and all my cares just drift right into space.
What’s he building in there?
The house where nobody lives?
C’mon up to the house.
He can come ona my house. I’ll give him candy. 
You’ll need a ladder to get there, where you can see heaven much better.
Also, you’ll need to find four limbs of a tree so you can build four walls and a floor. Don’t forget to bind it over with leaves. After it’s built you can run inside to stay and let it rain pell mell and not complain if it never stops at all.
And if the house is a-rockin’, don’t bother knockin’, come on in.
Watch out, cause three doors down they’re laughing and drinking and having a party.
Also make sure you can hear that screen door slammin’ the night you call the old man out.
You’ll need plenty of room for the buffalo to roam. If you build a game room, that will be enough for any deer and antelope that want to play. You’ll need some sort of policy against discouraging words. Good luck controlling the clouds.
I have to say. This sounds like a House of Pain.
I think I’d rather just build a castle on a cloud.
Will you live at the end of a five and a half minute hallway?
Though as far as I can see, you will still be miles from me in your doorway…
And oh, by the way, when the landlord comes today, he’ll measure everything.
And there in the foyer will the hallway be small?
I don’t even think it’s a hallway at all - It’s a maze!