Well you think it's a chair
But it's growin' curly hair
And your sister's unaware
That she's 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 the bathtub is your bed
And a floating baby head
You're livin' in a funhouse, Lawrence
So you'd better get some optical illusion insurance
The floors are steep, you'll never sleep
Your mother calls through the rubber walls
Liftin' up a feather that weighed a ton
Don't need to rent a funhouse, make your own house fun! (Your own house fun!)
You're livin' in a funhouse, baby
You're livin' in a funhouse, pass the gravy
And while we're on the subject, meet my friend Davy
He was in the navy and his hair is wavy
We're livin' in a funhouse, mama
We're livin' in a funhouse, quite the drama
And while we're on the subject that
Peruvian llama's wearing my pajamas and I know that I'm-a
Just livin' in a funhouse, baby!
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