| Well you think it’s a chair
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| But it’s growin' curly hair
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| And your sister’s unaware
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| That she’s floating in the air
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| You’re livin' in a funhouse, baby
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| You’re livin' in a funhouse, don’t mean maybe
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| A million doors in the hall
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| And the table’s on the wall
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| And the bathtub is your bed
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| And a floating baby head
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| You’re livin' in a funhouse, Lawrence
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| So you’d better get some optical illusion insurance
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| The floors are steep, you’ll never sleep
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| Your mother calls through the rubber walls
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| Liftin' up a feather that weighed a ton
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| Don’t need to rent a funhouse, make your own house fun! |
| (Your own house fun!)
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| You’re livin' in a funhouse, baby
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| You’re livin' in a funhouse, pass the gravy
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| And while we’re on the subject, meet my friend Davy
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| He was in the navy and his hair is wavy
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| We’re livin' in a funhouse, mama
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| We’re livin' in a funhouse, quite the drama
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| And while we’re on the subject, that Peruvian llama’s
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| Wearing my pajamas and I know that I’m-a
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| Just livin' in a funhouse, baby! |