My favourite buildings are all falling down  Seems like I dwell in a different town  But why should I bother with painting them brown  When they'll all be pulled down in the end  My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles  Remind me somehow of your favourite smiles  Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles  In the rain  Nobody seems to know how long  All of these buildings belong  Till they become part of you  People get down on your knees  Buildings are like a disease  You could wind up in a zoo  And most people do  (cha)  My favourite buildings are all laid to waste  One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste  And someday I could have a fifty-inch waist  It's all free  For my favourite buildings  And me