This house is mine But the men they say it's not See this house is the only thing I got Running 'round they work so hard and fast But they don't know my house is built to last Here comes a man In a van And he's looking very angry at me They're knocking nails into [walls?/woods?] upon my wall They run and hide as the old grey ceiling falls Gleefully they gather in my shed They've gone for now So I can ease my head Here comes a man In a van And he's looking very angry at me They're knocking nails into my house They're knocking nails into my house They work so hard All that's left is My front room, There goes a wall Oh I think I spoke too soon Here comes a man In a van And he's looking very angry at me They're knocking nails into my house They're knocking nails into my house They're knocking nails into my house