What's He Building?
He keeps to himself
And I think I know why...
He took down the tire swing from the pepper tree
He has no children of his own, you see
He has no dog
He has no friends
His lawn is dying
And what are those packages he sends?
What's he building in there?
He's got a hook light on the stairs
What's he building in there?
Tell you one thing, he's not building a playhouse for the children
But what's he building in there?
What's that sound from underneath the door
He's pounding nails through a hardwood floor
I swear to God I heard someone moaning low
I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show
He has a router
And a table-saw
You won't believe what Mr. Stitcha saw
There's poison underneath the sink, of course
But there's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
I heard he has an ex-wife in someplace called Mayor's Income, Tennesee
And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia
But what's he building in there?
He has no friends
But he gets a lot of mail
I bet he's spent a little time in jail
I heard he was up on the roof last night
Signaling with a flashlight
What's that tune he's always whistling?
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?
We have a right to know
