Lyrics:
The street is very wideAnd I can't see across itMy house isn't clear to meThe cars move in betweenAnd I say 'Question:When is a door not a door?'And I say 'That's not right!Answer: When it's ajar!'The numbers soft as soapAnd tend to bend in additionThey're much too wan for meI'd prefer some consistencyAnd I say 'Question:When is a door not a door?'And I say 'That's not right!Answer: when it's ajar!'The windows open wideBut I can't see out of itThe view is not very thereSometimes I look for itAnd I say 'Question:When is a door not a door?'And I say 'That's not right!Answer: 'When it's ajar!'