My Favourite Buildings

My favourite buildings are all falling down
 Seems like I dwell in a different town
 But why should I bother with painting them brown
 When they'll all be pulled down in the end?
 My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles
 Remind me somehow of your favorite smiles
 Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles
 In the rain
 Nobody seems to know how long
 All of these buildings belong
 Till they become part of you
 People get down on your knees
 Buildings are like a disease
 You could wind up in a zoo
 And most people do
 My favourite buildings are all laid to waste
 One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste
 And someday I could have a fifty inch waist
 It's all free
 For my favourite buildings and me