Old flannel, buffalo check
Wool blanket over our heads
It's cold this morning, we're staying in bed
Eleven thirty, first cup
Finally moving, at least we're up
But we fall back into, covers instead
Oh who needs a mansion, who needs money
When the finest thing is close enough to touch, and
Anything bigger we can build together
Yeah it's all here, under our roof
Got the whole wide world in this little one bedroom
Monday, down and out, so I
Stay late, cause I'm paid by the hour
Every day for someone else's dream
Till five, six, seven o'clock
And I'm finally checking out
Just to race back into you and me
Oh who needs a mansion, who needs money
When the finest thing is close enough to touch, and
Anything bigger we can build together
Yeah it's all here, under our roof
Got the whole wide world in this little one bedroom
Then one day the most perfect mistake we ever made
Looks like we might have to upgrade
Don't need a mansion, might need some money
Cause the finest thing is sleeping like a baby
Anything bigger we can build together
Yeah it's all here, under our roof
Don't know just yet, what we're gonna do
With our whole wide world in this little one bedroom