This House Is Freakin' Sweet!

We only live to kiss your ass

Kiss it? Hell, we'll even wipe it for you

From here on in it's easy street

Any bars on that street?

Twenty-four happy hours a day

Oh boy

We'll stop Jehovah's at the gate

Can I see that pamplet, sir?

My God, this house is freakin' sweet

I make brunch, Clyde cooks lunch

Each and every day

Chocolate cake, a la Blake

Hundred bucks, blank as day

We'll do the best we can with Meg

Are you sayin' I'm ugly?

It doesn't matter, dear, you're rich now

We'll do your nails and rub your feet

Oh, that's not necess— oh my

We'll do your homework every night

It's really hard

That's why we got that Steven Hawking guy

My God, this house is freakin' sweet

Used to pass lots of gas

Lois ran away

Now we've got thirty rooms

Hello beans, goodbye spray

We'd take a bullet just for you

Oh, what a coincidence, I've got one

Stewie

Prepare to suck that golden teat

Now that you're stinking rich

We'll gladly be your bitch

My God, this house is freakin' sweet

Welcome