text: Whats 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
  Hes hiding something from the rest of us
  Hes 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, he has no friends and his lawn is dying
  And what about all those packages he sends?
  Whats he building in there?
  With that hook light on the stairs
  Whats he building in there?
  Ill tell you one thing: hes not building a playhouse for the children
  Whats he building in there?
  Now whats that sound from underneath the door?
  Hes 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 TV show
  He has a router and a table saw
  And you wont believe what Mr. Sticha saw!
  Theres poison underneath the sink, of course
  But theres also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse
  Whats 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 whats he building in there?
  He has no friends, but he gets a lot of mail
  Ill bet he spent a little time in jail
  I heard he was up on the roof last night signaling with a flashlight
  And whats that tune hes always whistling?
  Whats he building in there?
  Whats he building in there?
  We have a right to know!