Electric Six

I'm done with the road,
I need an abode,
A door to put my keys in,
I've been a rolling stone, but now going alone
Is akin to committing treason,
Now, speaking of
Women in love,
It's rhyme without reason,
So come out from the forest,
We'll move into the chorus,
Cause it's wood chopping season,
But first we'll build a bridge from here to there
Out of the finest mahogany,
And then we'll build a place to sit and stare,
I can't believe that you got to me
I see the meaning of life, girl,
As our house becomes a home,
And I've made you my wife, girl,
Maybe you throw me a bone,
Let me sit down at your table and chairs,
Freed from all cares,
Let me drown in your stares at your
Table and chairs
Now, we've done our best,
Passed every test
For cohabitation,
But the registry sucks!
I need five hundred bucks
To finance your elation,
Some assembly required,
I'm already tired!
And I'm owed an explanation,
It's a housekeeping heist!
Oh, Jesus Christ!
I think I need a vacation,
But first we'll apply a coat of varnish
With the best polyurethane,