Oh, what a sweet home!! From the porch I can see that the skies are so blue.
I can also see that the roof is on fire. No water needed.
Man, this drawer has ten thousand spoons in it, and all I need is a knife.
What, the third one just for show? Don’t forget to fill the yard with ducks and chickens and turkeys and geese.
And when Mary comes out with her dress waving.
Make sure your door is always open and your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
Ooops. Wrong thread.
However, who did put those bullet holes in Peggys kitchen wall? As this is clearly not a House of Fun we probably don’t need this Ole House no longer, what with all the hinges, floor and shingles problems, which we don’t have time to fix. I suggest we build this new house in the city built on rock and roll and not the Dirty Old Town.
For interior decorators I’d suggest we use the Kitchens of Distinction, they sound like they would be good at that sort of thing.
Well, I need four walls around me to hold my life . . .
Preferably at the end of a long and winding road . . .
Isn’t that an unfortunate coincidence, don’t you think?
One thing is certain: you should build it on rock. Solid rock.
Make sure your house has a room somewhere that’s shut off from the chills of the night, has a coal fireplace, and a single big chair. And lots of chocolate.
As for the driveway, how about a long and winding road that leads to your door?
There’s a cardboard box for everything
But this one holds a man…
And we’ll build a house
And a place for the kids to grow in
Ask me when
Well I’m damned if I know… [Martin Newell]
Found a house that won’t repair itself
With its windows cracking
And a roof held together with holes… [XTC]
No thugs in our house… are there, dear? We made that clear… [XTC]
Judy’s in the bedroom/Inventing situations/Bob is on the street today/Scouting out locations… [Talking Heads]
Bungalow/By the sea/Bungalow/In the sea air/Climbing rose/Time to spare/Luxury accomodation traps the sun… Saving it all up for you – Bungalow… [XTC]
She’s a brick…house! [The Commodores]
Burning down the house! [Talking Heads]
“It’s not a house,” said Judas Priest, “It’s not a house, it’s a home.”
Nonetheless, it goes on sale every Wednesday morning, only to be taken off the market in the afternoon.
a tin roof…rusted.
You can look out your back door and sing, “Doo, doo, doo.”
With my luck I’d find myself living in a shotgun shack.
I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. It was kinda meh so I wouldn’t recommend it.
On the other hand… How 'bout little pink houses, baby, for you and me?
Wouldn’t that be luverly!
The occupants should wake up to a Chelsea morning, with the sun through yellow curtains and a rainbow on the wall.
And if you are a rich man, you can have long staircase just for going up and one even longer coming down, and maybe even one leading nowhere, just for show.