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We've got a strange new neighbour,
We watched him moving in,
He wears the wierdest clothing
And he's very tall and thin.
I think he is a doctor,
'Cause I've watched his van for ages,
And the only thing that he unloads
Are boxes of bandages.
His furniture is funny,
It makes my gran's look tweee.
And he hasn't got a stereo,
A video or TV!
Instead he has an oblong box
With a painting on the lid,
And a model of his ideal home
Shaped like a pyramid.
The milkman brought his milk-note
To show us with dismay:
I can't read his heiroglyphics -
How many pints does it say!
The words were made of pictures
As though he couldn't spell -
Yes, there's something strange about his,
Though he hides it very well...
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