Come Into My Bungalow

Well, come into my bungalow and see what's going on I've been cooking in the kitchen and just look who all I've drawn My aunts and my uncles, my friends from down the street Even the cats and the dogs have all come here to meet But this could all go to waste If I don't get to see your face, so please Won't you stop by I'm often reading in my bedroom with the dark curtains drawn People tend to bother me with all their yelps and yawns So believe me when I tell you that this ain't no normal thing That I'd invite you in bearing all that you might bring But I don't mean to place myself high It's just the cookbook was an expensive buy, so please Come help me out So, come into my bungalow and see what's going on We're stealing dances in the bedroom, stealing dances on the lawn Wearing laurels in our hair and holding roses in our teeth Calling out the distant name of another fellow thief