Sticks and stones may build a home
But a house it needs you inside,
So come on around and we'll stoke up the fire
And we'll talk in its gold and black light

When your work is over, head round to mine,
Or we could meet in a second hand shop where I saw your face for the first time

Sticks and stones may build a home
But a house it needs you inside,
So come on around and we'll stoke up the fire
And we'll talk in its gold and black light

You're looking pretty I'm sure, knock on my door,
Its always open to you
So throw it open all the way
And let the house see the day
Let us look over the view

When your work is over, head round to mine,
or we could meet in a second hand shop where I saw your face for the first time

Sticks and stones may build a home
But a house it needs you inside,
So come on around and we'll stoke up the fire
And we'll talk in its gold and black light