Sticks and stones may build a home But a house it needs you inside, So come on around and we'll stoke up the fire And we'll talk in its gold and black light.
When your work is over, Head round to mine, Or we could meet in a second hand shop Where I saw your face for the first time.
Sticks and stones may build a home But a house it needs you inside, So come on around and we'll stoke up the fire And we'll talk in its gold and black light.
You're looking pretty I'm sure, Knock on my door, its always open to you So throw it open all the way and let the house see the day Let us look over the view.
When your work is over, Head round to mine, Or we could meet in a second hand shop Where I saw your face for the first time.
Sticks and stones may build a home But a house it needs you inside, So come on around and we'll stoke up the fire And we'll talk in its gold and black light.