You're a beautiful house in a vinyl shellnYou don't have to hang around if you don't feel wellnAnd you don't have to put a face for me or my friendsnBuyt when you're through hind'n, we'll still be your friendsnnYou lie sullen in your bednCat in the nook of your kneesnAnd shoes tacked neatly underneathnnYou're a beautiful house..