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!