Bungalow Lyrics

He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Sits on a couch and
Looks at a color show
He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Different cars in
A garage down below

Look at my etchings on the wall
Look at the lampshade in the hall
They told me it's hand-made from Japan
They sold me a ready-made again
We like middle of the road we're
Livnig in the middle of the room

She lives in a bungalow
She lives in a bungalow
Sits on a sofa
Looks at the colour show

Doing the dishies by machine
She is the wedgewood kitchen queen
Sits at the pool with
Martini cool she's
Getting too fat and
He's a fool
They like middle of the road they're
Living in the middle of the room