Shack

We got gnats
We got cats
We got cats that capture gnats

Trains and buses, cars and planes
And the siren goes past
Every ten seconds

In the shack
At the back
Of my old Mama's house
In the shack
At the back
Of my old Mama's house

We got Veronica Lake
Edgar Alan Poe
T. V.s galore that just don't go

All kinds of things
Black and blue
And the siren goes past
Every second or two

In the shack
At the back
Of my old Mama's house
In the shack
At the back
Of my old Mama's house

There's boxes of matches
Impromptu
Homeless folk
Sniffing glue

Chinese people and heroes too
There ain't nothing
That you can't do

In the shack
At the back
Of my old Mama's house
In the shack
At the back
Of my old Mama's house

Sometimes the parachute don't land
It gets caught in the branches
I don't spy on other men
I would rather take my chances

In the shack
At the back
Of my old Mama's house
In the shack
At the back
Of my old Mama's house
In the shack
At the back
Of my old

Mama's house