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