Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend   She is papering the window panes   She is putting on a smile   Living in a glass house      Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens   Think of all the starving millions   Don't talk politics and don't throw stones   Your royal highnesses      Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat   Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat   Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat   But someone's listening in      Once again, we are hungry for a lynching   That's a strange mistake to make   You should turn the other cheek   Living in a glass house      Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat   Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat   Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat      Only, only, only   Only, only, only   Only, only, only   Only, only, only      There's someone listening in