Crackhouse in my home
(Parody of "Birdhouse in your soul" by They Might Be Giants)
New Lyrics by Crackified Carl

There's that little gnome, that little floating gnome
That lives on my lawn, dancing and harassing
And taunting me with a gold crack pipe...

Tripping out with a crazy little gnome bitch
Who smokes up with you
There's a little crackhouse in my home
All the day I see elves and Ken Dolls
Screwing on my living room walls
There's a little crackhouse in my home

These are the things I must hide
To you I cannot confide
Ever since you killed my tractor and laughed so hard when it died
But the toaster, it listens to me,
(Ever since I let the apes go free)
Its name is Alexander, that's with a number two and a letter "P"
My time is limited, my stockings are riveted
To a bomb

Running from an elk that doesn't kiss
But is in love with you
There's a little crackhouse in my home
Beating a badger with my wallet
Cant' kill it while he has my faucet
There's a little crackhouse in my home

Now there's that little pie, that little glowing pie
That lives on my porch, smiling and singing
And tempting me with a pink crack pipe....

My days are so trippy
I have to take care of a monkey
But in return he does my taxes and pays that annoying PST
The chickens are hatching a plot
They want all the towels I got
After digging up all willow trees it tends to rain a lot
The phone is after me, it tries to tickle me
And take my beer

Smoking up with a purple swordfish
That you took from the zoo
There's a little crackhouse in my home
Planning with those blue shelves
Then trying to get nine Keebler Elves
There's a little crackhouse in my home

And while I'm at it, I think I will light up the crack pipe on the lawn with the gnome
We talk about the Friendly Giant
And how friggin Rusty was a tyrant

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Copyright    Tyler Saunders (2000)