They built this whole neighborhood
Out of wood, out of wood
I guess I'll still be around when they burn, burn it down

I will be standing around when they burn it down
In the Museum of Idiots

Honey, I'm there when you need me
Please believe me, please believe me
I'll still be right where you met me, if you manage to forget me

Where we met is where you will forget
In the Museum of Idiots

If you and I had any brains, we wouldn't be in this place.

Chop me up into pieces,
If it pleases, if it pleases
When the chopping is through
Every piece will say, "I love you"

Every piece of me will say "I love you"
In the Museum of Idiots

Every piece of wood will say "I love you"