It may not be a palace It's not a country house Don't you try and move me You'll never get me out You can play tom-cat I'll play the mouse
You can call me a squatter A vagabond, a louse But like you I'm human Need shelter, need love You can play tom-cat I'll play the mouse
It's been standing cold and empty Abandoned like a child It's got boards on the windows The garden's growing wild But it keeps me from the rain From the cold nights sleeping rough It keeps me from going insane
There was me and my good lady In her threadbare cotton blouse Like paupers with our children Tramping the city streets Now, you can play tom-cat I'll play the mouse
We've taken our stand We've taken this house We'll treat it like gold With love and with care Now, you can play tom-cat I'll play the mouse
Now, you can buy a drink At the local public inn The old-timers there Say it's them squatters again They don't pay no rent Like decent folk do They're ragged and dirty tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
