There's a wasket in my basket
And a nureau in my bureau
And a jertain in my curtain, I'm certain
There's a woset in my closet
And a zlock behind my clock
And a zelf upon my shelf, I've talked to him myself

That's the kind of house I live in
I don't care if you believe it
I've got a wocket in my pocket
And a findow in my window and a tellar in my cellar

There's a zamp in my lamp
And a yottle in my bottle
And a nink in my sink, he's rather nice, I think
There's a zable on my table
And a bofa on my sofa
And a yot in my pot, don't tell me there's not

That's the kind of house I live in
I don't care if you believe it
I've got a wocket in my pocket
And a nook gase in my book case and a nellar in my cellar

That's the kind of house I live in
And I hope we never leave it
I've got a wocket in my pocket
And some nupboards in my cupboards and a gellar in my cellar

There's a nooth grush on my toothbrush
And a vug under my rug
And a ghair under my chair, and I'm glad he's there
There's a quimney in my chimney
And some yeps on my steps
And a zall in my hall, and I don't mind at all

That's the kind of house I live in
And I hope we never leave it
I've got a wocket in my pocket
And a geeling on my ceiling and a dellar in my cellar

That's the kind of house I live in, there's a zower in my shower
I don't care if you believe it
I've got a wocket in my pocket
And a zillow on my pillow and a bellar and a wellar and a zellar in my cellar