Every Bulb In The House Is Blown

I told you I'd leave some flairs on

In case you ever wanted to find my home

You frowned and said, well, the dang law should arrest ya

Now, this old house keeps falling apart

So I went down to the local Walmart

And bought this Coleman lantern to impress ya

'Cause every light in the house is blown

I keep on a-clapping, but they don't clap on

House looks like where the Amish live

There's really no point to pay the power bill

'Cause every light in the house is blown

The numbers won't even light up on my telephone

'Cause every light in the house is blown

It got awful dang depressing

The bulbs all blew out one by one

And I just can't afford right now to replace them

Until then, I'll sit here in the dark

'Cause I can't get this old generator to start

I got four batteries, but I don't wanna waste 'em

'Cause every light in the house is blown

I'd love to sell the place, but it can't be shown

Looks just like where the Clampets lived

Before they packed up and moved to Beverly Hills

Every light in the house is blown

No more reading Country Weekly

While I'm on the throne

'Cause every light in the house blown

Can't see a thing 'til the crack of dawn

House looks like where Ben Franklin's born

Before he flew a kite in an electrical storm

A-every light in the house is blown

I was hoping maybe Trace would float me along

'Cause every light in the house is blown