Mansion of Cardboard

Overcoat

Old wool cap

Leather gloves

Hide the fat

In a world made of tears

He is safe from his fears

On his own

He's on his own (on his own)

He likes it that way

Thoughts arise

Fear is doubt

Bearing through

Giving smell

It's the happiest day

When he moves far away

From the crowd

The curious crowd

He wants them to

Stand back the old man's snoring heavy

Down underneath the bridge he's got his

Mansion of cardboard slats

And it's enough

Oohhhh

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It's the happiest day

When he moves far away

From the crowd

The curious crowd

He wants them to

Stand back the old man's snoring heavy

Down underneath the bridge he's got his

Mansion of cardboard slats

And it's enough (x2)

Oooh