I'm done with the road
I need an abode
A door to put my keys in
I've been a rolling stone
But now going alone
Is akin to committing treason
Now, speaking of
We made it, love
It's rhyme without reason
So come out from the forest
Move into the chorus
Cause it's wood chopping season
But first we'll build a bridge from here to there
Out of the finest mahogany
And then we'll build a place to sit and stare
I can't believe that you got to me
I see the meaning of life, girl
As a house becomes a home
And I've made you my wife, girl
Maybe you throw me a bone
Let me sit down at your
Table and chairs
Free from all cares
Let me drown in your stares
At your table and chairs
Now we've done our best
Pa**ed every test
For co-habitation
But the registry s**s
I need 500 bucks
To finance your elation
"Some a**embly required"
I'm already tired
And I'm owed an explanation
It's a house-keeping heist
Oh, Jesus Christ
I think I need a vacation
But first we'll apply a coat of varnish
With the best polyurethane
Preventing any measure of tarnish
And providing a pleasant stain
I'm drinking in the amazement
As a house becomes a home
And there's a finished basement
For all my most treasured tomes
And look for your
Table and chairs
Free from all cares
Let me drown in your stares
At your table and chairs
Any house can be a home
If push comes to shove
But I really gotta know
Do we have enough space
Enough space for all this love
I could knock down some walls
Build an extension
Lay down some drywall
Trip the circuit breaker
And build an extension
I can get used to living anywhere
I used to live in a condominium with three other guys
I was paying 200 dollars a month
But this is way better
I got a table and chairs
I got a woman and a wife
I got a television the size of Oklahoma
I got a yard for my invisible dog
And my invisible fence
I can keep the government off my lawn
And I don't need no government interference coming to screw with me
I got married to my wife
And we bought a house
(And also a table and chairs)