What's He Building?

What's 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

He's hiding something from the rest of us

He's 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

What about all those packages he sends?

What's he building in there?

With that hook-light on the stairs

What's he building in there?

I'll tell you one thing, he's not building a playhouse for the children

What's he building in there?

Now what's that sound from underneath the door?

He's 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 won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw

There's poison underneath the sink, of course

There's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse

What's he building in there?

What the hell is he building in there?

I heard he has an ex wife in some place called Mayor's Income, Tennessee

And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia

But what's he building in there?

He has no friends, but he gets a lot of mail

I'll bet he spent a little time in jail

I heard he was up on the roof last night, signaling with a flashlight

And what's that tune he's always whistling?

What's he building in there?

What's he building in there?

We have a right to know