Lyrics:

PleaseCome over to 81st street I'm in the apartmentabove the barYou know you can't miss it, it's across from the sub
wayand the tacky store with the mylar scarvesMy skin's as pale as outdoors moonmy hair's silver like a Tiffany watchI like
lots of people around me but don't kiss helloand please don't touchIt's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to meTh
e way to make friends Andy is invite them up for teaOpen house, open houseI've got a lot of cats, here's my favoriteshe's la
dy called SamI made a paper doll of her, you can have itThat's what I did when I had St.Vitus danceIt's a Czechoslovakian cu
stom my mother passed on to meGive people little presents so they remember meOpen house, open houseSomeone bring the vegetab
lessomeone please bring heatMy mother showed up yesterdaywe need something to eatI think I got a job today they want me to
draw shoesThe ones I drew were old and used, they told me to draw something newOpen house, open houseFly me to the moonfly
me to a starBut there are no stars in the New York skythey're all on the groundYou scared yourself with music, I scared myse
lf with paintI drew 550 different shoes today, it almost made me faintOpen house, open houseOpen house, open house