Marilyn's Mansion — Lower Than Atlantis

I'm going where nobody knows, To a place far away from my worries and my woes, Escape for a day, in the trees so I can play In a house made of sticks, on a branch in the shade.

Frisbees and kites galore Cover the roof from summers before, Up high, near the sky, I can laugh, I can dance, if you fall, you will die.

This is my treehouse! No girls allowed! I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down. This is a fort of sorts, I made it myself from odds and sods.

Camouflaged by twigs and leaves, My secret den you cannot see. From up above you look like ants, While I eat sweets and make commands.

This is my treehouse! No girls allowed! I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down. This is my treehouse! No girls allowed! I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down.