I have a little house
Close to town but not to the city
Far from home but near my family
No water views but so close to the sea
I see, this is how my little life could be

And I'm filling it with things
Like furniture that I find on the street
And all the special things I'd like to eat
Pictures of people that I'd like to meet, oh meet
Well I'm orbiting the world

And it's so pretty and so lonely

 My little love affairs are all scheduled 'round the TV guide
And my  life has all been plagiarized
In an attempt to meet a harsh down line

I'd like to rent a wife 
Then rent a husband to keep her for life
The three of us, we could be so happy
Then with each other, meet [bad word] 
I'll see them, I'll find a flight around the world

And it's so pretty and so lonely
 I could just die, I might just die
 I could just die, I might just die

And at my funeral
They will say Tom he was such a nice guy
He went too early but he went in style
They'll play my music and then they will cry
Then they'll have a little wake
They'll drink bad wine and they'll eat lemon cake
And my mothers little heart will break 
And she'll say "Wait there must be must some mistake.
He can't be dead, take me instead"

Oh but I'm not dead
They tell me I'm not dead
They say that I'm not dead
That I won't die for some time

In my little house
Just writing little songs to past the time
Which incidentally is 7:49
So don't you worry [bad word] fine, I'm fine
And don't you worry [bad word] fine, I'm fine
Don't you worry [bad word] fine, I'm fine
Don't you worry [bad word] fine, I'm fine
Don't you worry [bad word] fine, I'm fine

 I'm just a [bad word] fine.