I got a little big house atop a hill
It's got a room and that's all I live with
I call it home, and that's all it is to me
Because I got no where to go if I leave it
It's got only a door and a window
A little floor and a roof just as little
It's got a lot of paint onto the walls
Too many pictures as well for decor
I call it home, and that's all I need
Because its the only place I can live in

It's all in one room, I learnt how to live in it
I built it small to live with things so big
I paint it daily with every color I feel
I hang pictures up that I take daily
And then I call all that another memory

I got my own street to the little house
But people do rarely come around
It is I who goes to raise a digit in the crowd
It is I who also checks myself right out
Getting back to my little house
I paint it once again, all around
Hang pictures taken from the crowd
And I open the door to let things in or out,

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
It's all in my head
It's all in my little room