We got gnats

We got cats

We got cats that capture gnats

Trains and buses, cars and planes

And the siren goes past

Every ten seconds

In the shack

At the back

Of my old Mama's house

In the shack

At the back

Of my old Mama's house

We got Veronica Lake

Edgar Alan Poe

T. V.s galore that just don't go

All kinds of things

Black and blue

And the siren goes past

Every second or two

In the shack

At the back

Of my old Mama's house

In the shack

At the back

Of my old Mama's house

There's boxes of matches

Impromptu

Homeless folk

Sniffing glue

Chinese people and heroes too

There ain't nothing

That you can't do

In the shack

At the back

Of my old Mama's house

In the shack

At the back

Of my old Mama's house

Sometimes the parachute don't land

It gets caught in the branches

I don't spy on other men

I would rather take my chances

In the shack

At the back

Of my old Mama's house

In the shack

At the back

Of my old Mama's house

In the shack

At the back

Of my old

Mama's house