Buildin' Buildin' Buildin'

Pepe the Parrot says, "Braaack...it's a buyer's market!"

I bet the subs are crossing their fingers and toes that they'll get paid.

To the tune of Rawhide:

Buildin', Buildin', Buildin'.
Buildin', Buildin', Buildin'.
Buildin', Buildin', Buildin'.
Buildin', Buildin', Buildin'.
Bathides!
Hah! Hah!

Keep Buildin', Buildin', Buildin',
Though the subdivisions are dwindlin',
Keep them subies buildin', McMansions never endin'.
Through rain and wind and weather,
Hell bent for buyers,
Wishin' my banker was on my side.
All the things I'm missin',
Good vittles, love, and kissin',
Are waiting at the end of my rope.

Move 'em in, Move 'em out,
Move 'em out, move 'em in.
Move 'em in, Move 'em out:
Bathides.
Hah! Hah!

Movin', movin', movin',
Though the banks are disapprovin',
Keep them subies buildin', McMansions never endin'.
Don't try to understand 'em,
Just build an' sell an' foreclose 'em.
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
My heart's calculatin',
My true love will be waitin':
Waitin' at the end of my rope.