Rows of Houses

Packing Father

Tin can shooter

Makes us ready

He lies in waiting

And I hope we find him

Before they find him



Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh

Oooooooh



So I tell stories

Make my friends tick

They like me for it

So bring on the papers

'Cause we're ready for 'em

What makes us ready?



Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh

Oooooooh



The sight of Brower

The taste of something

The thought of houses

Rows of houses



The sight of Brower

The taste of something

The thought of houses

Rows of houses

Rows of houses

Rows...