Father's sitting in his chair
Wearing just his underwear
He has had a tiresome day
He turns on our new TV
Turning right past ABC
He hates that channel

Our house, it seems like a quiet place
Our house, it seems like a quiet

Our house, it's pretty old
There's always something crumbling
And its color is bold
It's strange, it's a dark gold
Everything is strange in here
We always do what we're told

Our house, is there some strange noise outside?
Our house, it sounds like someone's fun joyride
Our house, it's getting closer all the time
Our house, it's getting closer all the

We all hear a great big crash
Here flies shards of broken glass
Father's underneath his car
We just hear a thunderous yelp
Father's trying to call for help but makes little sense

Our house, who just drove straight through our wall?
Our house, who just drove straight through our

I saw a familiar face shining inside of that car
Billy Joel was having a joyful time
Such a fine time, such a happy time
And I remember that bad day
When our life turned very grey
In a way, that car just came between us
Bad driver

Father's arm is in his chest
Mother's gone and tried her best
She's trying to heal his killer wounds
We all saw our sister faint
Around us is the golden paint
It's on flakes of wall

Our house, Billy Joel came crashing through
Our house, now we wonder, "Should we sue?"
Our house, he was driving pretty bad
Our house, he was driving pretty
Our house, lays destructed in our lawn
Our house, at least it wasn't Elton John
Our house, this was home and now it's gone
Our house, now it's what rodents feed on
Our house, lays in pieces in our yard
Our house