This house is mine
But the men they say it's not
See this house is the only thing I got
Running 'round they work so hard and fast
But they don't know my house is built to last
Here comes a man
In a van
And he's looking very angry at me
They're knocking nails into [walls?/woods?] upon my wall
They run and hide as the old grey ceiling falls
Gleefully they gather in my shed
They've gone for now
So I can ease my head
Here comes a man
In a van
And he's looking very angry at me
They're knocking nails into my house
They're knocking nails into my house
They work so hard
All that's left is
My front room,
There goes a wall
Oh I think I spoke too soon
Here comes a man
In a van
And he's looking very angry at me
They're knocking nails into my house
They're knocking nails into my house
They're knocking nails into my house