Please let me come mooch round your house
I will tell what I'm on about
Talking all the way the warden spoon
Let's go down and sing my fun room
My fun room
I can't stand open yea you can't sit down
You've started sweating in your dressing gown
You've standing in the way of mac the worm
I thought I said I wanted just one part
Just one part
Riding out your food the hills and snow
Your mind is burning like a inferno
The scotch the left way spoiled the crop
Now please just tell me when it's gonna stop
Gonna stop
Sit yourself down in the old arm chair
That modern living's getting you nowhere
It keeps on ringing but there's no one home
It better not be mother on the phone
On the phone