I feel like I've just walked in on the set of a Roger Corman movie

Full of bad dialogue, tacky sets, 99 pound weaklings, naughty nymphettes

Coffee rings on everything

Can’t see where my halo's been

Caviar to the General, cold coffee for the queen

Get out of my house, get out of my house, get out

If a hermit lives in ecstasy, his lack of comfort has become luxury

I tried to cook up some privacy, but the doorbell tore up the recipe

At the end of my tether, they're hell for leather

Everybody talks about the weather

I was standing, I was standing on the landing now i'm standing in the hall

Get out of my house, get out of my house, get out

Get out of my house

Caviar, cold coffee, the milk's gone off

Like a cocktail molotov

Caviar, cold coffee the grapes of wrath

Cocktail with your molotov?

I'm not complacent in my basement

Who's the judge? Here comes the jury

Get that blunt object out of my face

There's too much violence in front of TV

Be a bit more uncanny

My temple was a shrine

You don't govern me no protection money

You can't turn off milk into wine

Get out of my house get out of my house get out

Get out of my house get out of my house get out of my house get out of my house