| I feel like I've just walked in on the set of a Roger Corman movie | |
| Full of bad dialogue, tacky sets, 99 pound weaklings, naughty nymphettes | |
| Coffe rings on everything, can't see where my halo's been | |
| Caviar to the General, cold coffe for the queen | |
| GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT | |
| If a hermit lives in ecstasy, his lack of comfort has become luxury | |
| I tried to cook up some privacy but the doorbell tore up the recipe | |
| At the end of my tether, they're hell for leather, everybody talks about the weather | |
| I was standing I was standing on the landing now I'M standing in the hall | |
| GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT | |
| GET OUT OF MY HOUSE | |
| Caviar cold coffee the milk's gone off. | |
| Like a coctail, molotov | |
| Caviar cold coffee the grapes of wrath. | |
| Cocktail with your molotov? | |
| I'm not complacent in my basement. | |
| Who's the judge? Here comes the jury... | |
| Get that blunt object out of my face, there's too much violence in front of T.V. | |
| Be a bit more un-can-ny... my temple was a shrine | |
| You don't govern me, (no protection money), you can't turn off milk into wine | |
| GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT | |
| GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE |