This is my house but nobody's home when I'm there, when I'm there
Even a mouse would be welcome to sit in my chair, in my chair
He can sit in anyplace he wants, be welcomed as a friend
If I can't have human ones at least I can pretend, yeah

This is my house but nobody's home when I'm home, when I'm home
It is a house that is destined to be all alone, all alone
People from the village pass by, they don't take a glance
They don't want to talk to me pass the garden fence, no

Nobody comes to see what I'm like
Nobody sees me in the limelight
I'm bright and I'm waiting for a knock on the door
One night I won't be surprised there's somebody home

This is my house…