Please come over to 81st street, I'm in the apartment, above the barYou know you can't miss it, it's across from the subwayAnd the tacky store with the Mylar scarvesMy skin's as pale as the outdoor's moonMy hair's silver like a tiffany watchI like lots of people around me but don't kiss helloAnd please don't touchIt's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to meThe way to make friends, Andy, is invite them up for teaOpen house, open houseI've got a lot of cats, here's my favorite, she's a lady called SamMade a paper doll of her, you can have itThat's what I did when I had St.Vitus danceIt's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to meGive people little presents so they'll remember meOpen house, open houseSomeone bring the vegetablesSomeone, please bring heatMy mother showed up yesterdayWe need something to eatI think I got a job today they want me to draw shoesThe ones I drew were old and used, they told me to draw something newOpen house, open houseFly me to the moon, fly me to a starBut there are no stars in the New York skyThey're all on the groundYou scared yourself with music, I scared myself with paintI drew 550 different shoes today, it almost made me faintOpen house, open houseOpen house, open house