What is wrong with everybody lately   What the deuce has happened to the gang   No-one chews the rag, no-one pulls a gag   Say do I have to whip the whole shebang   Times are not as bad as what you read   and your's truly knows just what you need   Let's all meet at my house   Just make yourselves at home   I'll drag out my banjo   If someone will play the comb   And we'll sing all the old songs   incase someone feels blue   Let's all meet at my house   Let my house be your house too      I'll take you to his house, if you'll be my sweetheart   On no solo this is good neighbour work   But darling I'm ready whenever you care to start   That's right take the big red bus   If they play post office, remember I'm with you   Here here now Woodward, break it up   So let's go to his house, it seems like the thing to do   Come on