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)