What's he building in there? What the hell is he building in there? He has subscriptions to those magazines 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 Peppertree 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 I swear to God I heard someone moaning low And I keep seeing the blue light of a T.V. 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 Mayors 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 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...