This House Is Freakin’ Sweet!

We only live to kiss your ass
Kiss it? Hell, we'll even wipe it for you
From here on in it's easy street
Any bars on that street?
Twenty-four happy hours a day
Oh boy
We'll stop Jehovah's at the gate
Can I see that pamplet, sir?
My God, this house is freakin' sweet

I make brunch, Clyde cooks lunch
Each and every day
Chocolate cake, a la Blake
Hundred bucks, blank as day

We'll do the best we can with Meg
Are you sayin' I'm ugly?
It doesn't matter, dear, you're rich now
We'll do your nails and rub your feet
Oh, that's not necess— oh my
We'll do your homework every night
It's really hard
That's why we got that Steven Hawking guy
My God, this house is freakin' sweet

Used to pass lots of gas
Lois ran away
Now we've got thirty rooms
Hello beans, goodbye spray

We'd take a bullet just for you
Oh, what a coincidence, I've got one
Stewie
Prepare to suck that golden teat
Now that you're stinking rich
We'll gladly be your bitch
My God, this house is freakin' sweet
Welcome