My favourite buildings are all falling down

Seems like I dwell in a different town

But why should I bother with painting them brown

When they'll all be pulled down in the end



My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles

Remind me somehow of your favourite smiles

Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles

In the rain



Nobody seems to know how long

All of these buildings belong

Till they become part of you

People get down on your knees

Buildings are like a disease

You could wind up in a zoo

And most people do

(cha)



My favourite buildings are all laid to waste

One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste

And someday I could have a fifty-inch waist

It's all free

For my favourite buildings

And me