some folks are highfalutin
and they find it apropos
to dwell in ivied mansions
or a fancy french chateau
but you and i are simple
with no need for opulence
we don't need a wooden cottage
with a little picket fence
we've no need for walls of concrete
that protect you like fort knox
you and i could live inside of
a refrigerator box
in a manor from amana
keeping warm in frigidaire
even warmer in a hotpoint
westinghouse ? wet's west wight dere
in the daytime, upright standing
in the nighttime, overtipped
and beneath crisp sheets of newsprint
both our bodies will be slipped
let the grass become our carpet
let the sky become our clocks
you and i could live inside of
a refrigerator box
with the rent that we'd be saving
we could live quite well, no doubt
buying packs of buns and hot dogs
till the figures evened out
let the world deal with a mortgage
while depreciation rots
having nothing is quite breezy
its a headache, having lots
let our cooler be some ice cream
let our furnace be our socks
you and i could live inside of
a refrigerator box
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