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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 Songtexte 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 Aus Songtexte Mania