(Stewart Copeland)You got it.There's a house on my streetAnd it looks real neatI'm the chap who lives in itThere'
s a tree on the sidewalkThere's a car by the doorI'll go for a drive in itAnd when the wombat comesHe will find me goneHe
'll look for a place to sitMy wife has burned the scrambled eggsThe dog just bit my legMy teenage daughter ran awayMy fine
young son has turned out gayCut off my fingers in theDoor of my carHow could I do it?My wife is proud to tell meOf her
love affairsHow could she do this to me?My wife has burned the scrambled eggsThe dog just bit my legMy teenage daughter ra
n awayMy fine young son has turned out gayAnd it would be O.K. on any other dayAnd it would be O.K. on any other dayThrow
down the morning papersAnd spill my teaI don't know what's wrong with meThe cups and plates are in aConspiracyI'm covered
in miseryMy wife has burned the scrambled eggsThe dog just bit my legMy teenage daughter ran awayMy fine young son has tu
rned out gayAnd it would be O.K. on any other dayAnd it would be O.K. on any other dayAnd it would be O.K. on any other day
(repeat to fade)