Six o'clock, it's nearly dark   Kicking leaves up in the park   My hands in pockets by the green   Wishing that my nails were clean   I lean my back against a tree   A black bird sits and stares at me   Reflected in his dark black eye   The legacy of all my eyes... Now       Upstairs in the house tonight   I'm coming down to see you   I won't stay in, you won't come out   What are we gonna do about it       Upstairs in the house tonight   I'm coming down to see you   I won't stay in, you won't come out   Little bit swings and roundabouts       Now ten o'clock, I'm drinking beer   I don't know why I come in here   Well it's cold outside, yes that's true   And I don't really have much else to do       There's someone standing at my arm   I think he means to do some harm   'Cause he says he used to be a hero   Staring down into his beer... Oh       Upstairs in the house tonight   I'm coming down to see you   I won't stay in, you won't come out   What are we gonna do about it       Upstairs in the house tonight   I'm coming down to see you   I won't stay in, you won't come out   Little bit swings and roundabouts       Now first... Number one   Can anybody really ever know someone   Two, three   Why is everybody talking about me   Four, five   Is it just for this that we strive   Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven   Two figures together add up to eleven       Upstairs in the house tonight   I'm coming down to see you   I won't stay in, you won't come out   What are we gonna do about it       Upstairs in the house tonight   I'm coming down to see you   I won't stay in, you won't come out   Little bit swings and roundabouts       Listen to me laughing, Mary   Ha, ha, ha...