I'm a house wren. Haunted for a house. I haven't found one. I'm under look at. For a home to call my own. A private residence. Through the grapevine. I heard an empty guard. Is hangin up somewhere. On some old lady's porch. I'll pack my bags. And off I'll go. To my new humble abode. I'm gonna sing. At the top of my lungs. Cause it's a beautiful day. I'm gonna. Spread my wings. 'cause as far as I know. I am half way home. I'm a house wren. Who needs a summer home. A country farm house or a quiet bungalow. Not too big and not too small. First-rate real estate. I got my eyes peeled. For a window box. An old tin can. A boot or a flower pot. I'll pack my bags. And off I'll go. To my new humble abode. I'm gonna sing. At the top of my lungs. Cause it's a beautiful day. I'm gonna. Spread my wings. 'cause as far as I know. I am half way home. I'm a house wren. Still haunted for a house. But I got a song and. A lot to sing about. I'll pack my bags. And off I'll go off I'll go. Because you know. I'm gonna sing. At the top of my lungs. Cause it's a beautiful day. I'm gonna. Spread my wings. I'm on top of the world. And it's a beautiful thing. I'm gonna sing. At the top of my lungs. Cause it's a beautiful day. I'm gonna. Spread my wings. 'cause as far as I know. I am half way home. I am half way home