evilly amusedWhat's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
He has subscriptions to those magazines... He never waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from the rest of us... He's all to himself... 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 and he has no friends and his lawn is dying... and what about all those packages he sends?
What's he building in there?
With that hook light on the stairs
What's he building in there?
I'll tell you one thing: He's not building a playhouse for the children
What's he building in there?
Now what's that sound from under the door?
He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor... and I swear to god I heard someone moaning low...
And I keep seeing the blue light of a T.V. show...
He has a router And a table saw... and you
Won't believe what Mr. Sticha 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 some place called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia...
But what is he building in there?
What the hell is building in there?
He has no friends, but he gets a lot of mail
I'll bet he spent a little time in jail...
I heard he was up on the roof last night
Signaling with a flashlight
And 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...