Come Into My Bungalow

Well, come into my bungalow and see what's going on
I've been cooking in the kitchen and just look who all I've drawn
My aunts and my uncles, my friends from down the street
Even the cats and the dogs have all come here to meet

But this could all go to waste
If I don't get to see your face, so please
Won't you stop by

I'm often reading in my bedroom with the dark curtains drawn
People tend to bother me with all their yelps and yawns
So believe me when I tell you that this ain't no normal thing
That I'd invite you in bearing all that you might bring

But I don't mean to place myself high
It's just the cookbook was an expensive buy, so please
Come help me out

So, come into my bungalow and see what's going on
We're stealing dances in the bedroom, stealing dances on the lawn
Wearing laurels in our hair and holding roses in our teeth
Calling out the distant name of another fellow thief