Sticks and stones may build a home
But a house it needs you inside,
 [bad word] on around and we'll stoke up the fire
And we'll talk in its gold and black light. 

When your work is over,
Head round to mine, 
Or we could meet in a second hand shop
Where I saw your face for the first time. 

Sticks and stones may build a home
But a house it needs you inside,
 [bad word] on around and we'll stoke up the fire
And we'll talk in its gold and black light. 

You're looking pretty I'm sure,
Knock on my door, its always open to you 
So throw it open all the way and let the house see the day
Let us look over the view. 

When your work is over,
Head round to mine, 
Or we could meet in a second hand shop
Where I saw your face for the first time. 

Sticks and stones may build a home
But a house it needs you inside,
 [bad word] on around and we'll stoke up the fire
And we'll talk in its gold and black light.