I wouldn't trade my little eight-room house for you
I got one missus and I don't want two
I love you baby but you don't understand
That feeling you is fine and kissing you is grand
But I wouldn't trade my little eight-room house for you
Water tastes fine but money tastes sweeter
And I'd rather have a fire than a paraffin heater
I wouldn't give my little wooden wife for you
Some men think babies are cute and
Darling I know I'm a dream come true
But I wouldn't trade my little eight-room house for you
Lord knows the train tracks are pretty
But I'd rather drive my Rolls-Royce round the city
I wouldn't give my little eight-room life for you
credits
from FLUKE,
released March 7, 2017
Guitar: Baylor Odabashian
Vocals: Noor Al-Samarrai
Screams: Baylor Odabashian
Words: Noor Al-Samarrai*
Songwriting: Baylor Odabashian + Noor Al-Samarrai
Seizing the spirit of Thomas Pynchon: Kouros Alaghband
Production, Mixing, Mastering: Baylor Odabashian
*adapted from and added to the Adrien Henri poem, "Song of Affluence or I Wouldn't Leave My 8-Roomed House For You"
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