We always wanted a big two story house
Back when we lived in that little two room shack
We wanted fame and fortune and we'd live life the way the rich folks do
We knew some how we'd make it, together me and you
With dreams and hopes of things to come we worked and never stopped
Now we live (yes we live) in a two story house
Whoa, what splendor but there's no love about
I've got my story, and I've got mine, too
How sad it is, we now live, in a two story house
The house is filled with rare antiques there's marble on the floor