Bungalow Lyrics

He lives in a bungalowHe lives in a bungalowSits on a couch andLooks at a color showHe lives in a bungalowHe lives in a bungalowDifferent cars inA garage down belowLook at my etchings on the wallLook at the lampshade in the hallThey told me it's hand-made from JapanThey sold me a ready-made againWe like middle of the road we'reLivnig in the middle of the roomShe lives in a bungalowShe lives in a bungalowSits on a sofaLooks at the colour showDoing the dishies by machineShe is the wedgewood kitchen queenSits at the pool withMartini cool she'sGetting too fat andHe's a foolThey like middle of the road they'reLiving in the middle of the room