Nick in the House of John Songtext

von Nits

Invitation of a singer
To visit his beautiful house
I am walking on the driveway
I am as quiet as a mouse

In the east-wing
In the west-wing
There is plasma
On every wall

When I look at the size of his pool
Even Lake Ontario is looking small

There's a fish-thing
In the living
There are freeze-pops
In the fridge

In the middle of his garden
There's a pond with a
Japanese bridge

In the east-wing
In the west-wing
There's a picture of every song
I am lost in his parlours
I feel like Nick in the house of John

He's walking with his shadow
His shadow is walking too fast

He is smelling like my Grandma
Eau de Cologne and Eau de Vie
He is walking in his black suit
With eighty six he is still
Looking good to me

In the east-wing
In the west-wing
There's a picture of every song
I am lost in his parlours
I feel like Nick in the house of John

I am looking at his red tail
‘My Soul is for sale'

In the east-wing
In the west-wing
There's a picture of every song
I am lost in his parlours
I feel like Nick in the house of John