Requiem for Inside Furniture on the Outside
By Sarah Hughes

Sittin’ in my room, smoking a smoke I heard a knock at my door
Opened it up and what do I see, a cop staring straight at me
He said hello little lady do you live here, I said yes I do
He said to come outside on this front porch I need to talk to you

Really bad thought running through my head, thank sweet jesus it was under my bed
My pipe, my pills, my dope and my bong, other than that I was doing no wrong
We’ve had some complaints from the yonder old lady
The couches gotta go and the hay is real shady

Chorus:
Inside furniture on the outside, we’ve got to have it
Inside furniture on the outside, otherwise where’s Kevin gonna chill?
Inside furniture on the outside, they won’t let us have it
Inside furniture on the outside, the hippies need a place to chill

I was thinking inside my head what’s wrong with that lady, what’d she said
To the cop I said yes siree we’ll clean it up soon, just wait and see
You won’t even recognize the place, I’ll tell all my friends to pick up the pace
He tipped his hat as he walked away and all I could think was man, that’s not o.k.

Chorus

The moral of the story as the story goes, the cops shouldn’t come around and step on our toes
They take away the couches and try to take the hay but the porch is still here and the party’s gonna stay
And to the old bag livin cross the street, you slowed us down, but we can take your heat
Just come on over to sit and hang out, find out what the Yellow House is all about