Oh, to have me shack rebilt Git my rotten teeth all drilt Sumthing on underneath me kilt Oh, wouldn't it be adequate? Matching shoes for both me feet Dining on untainted meat A toilet wot still has its seat
Oh, wouldn't it be adequate?
Adequate, adequate
Oh, wouldn't it be adequate?
What flows from the nose Does not go on my clothes!
I think he's got it! Oh yes, he's got it!
What flows from the nose Does not go on my clothes!
Where is that ghastly flow?
The nose! The nose!
And where should it not go?
Blue pants! Blue pants!
I'm gettin' blue pants in the morning! Ding-dong, the zipper's gonna shine!
Could be indoors all night Could use a fork and knife And never soil my suit I could be so polite Start not a single fight And still not feel like a fruit
How very nice that there's no lice In my hair And my toenails I don't bite Now that I've reached the stage Where I'm not full of rage I could be indoors Indoors all night!
I've a fancy suit And a clean white shirt But I miss the days when tractor fumes Blew up my skirt I was freezing cold And I slept in mold But I long for the shack where I lived
She was true to me My old home of wood And when I passed out drunk from turpentine She understood Life was so sublime
Well, boo hoo, cuz I'm Hanging ferns in the shack where you lived!