Funhouse

Well you think its a chair
But its growing curly hair
And you're sister's unaware
That you're floating in the air
You're Livin' in a Funhouse, baby!
You're Livin' in a Funhouse, don't mean maybe

A million doors in the hall
And the table's on the wall
And you're bathtub is your bed
And a floating baby head
You're living in a funhouse, Lawrence
I think ya better get some optical illusion insurance

The floors are steep
You'll never sleep
Your mother calls
Through the rubber walls
You're liftin' up a feather that weighs a ton
Don't need to rent a fun house
Make your own house fun!
( Own house fun!)

You're living in a funhouse, baby
You're living in a funhouse, pass the gravy
And while we're on the subject, here's my friend, Davey
He was in the navy
And his hair is wavy
You're living in a funhouse, mama
Living in a funhouse, quite the drama
And while we're on the subject
That Peruvian lama's
Wearing my pajamas
And ya know that i'm a just living in a funhouse, baby!