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There's a house on my street
And it looks real neat
I'm the chap who lives in it

There's a tree on the sidewalk
There's a car by the door
I'll go for a drive in it

And when the wombat comes
He will find me gone
He'll look for a place to sit


My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg

My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay


Cut off my fingers in the
Door of my car
How could I do it?

My wife is proud to tell me
Of her love affairs
How could she do this to me?


My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg

My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be OK on any other day

And it would be OK on any other day

Throw down the morning papers

And spill my tea
I don't know what's wrong with me
The cups and plates are in a

Conspiracy
I'm covered in misery


My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away

My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be OK on any other day
And it would be OK on any other day

And it would be OK on any other day