There's a numbered door down the road
That doesn't mean much to you
But I'll remember when I'm old
All the chaos that used to ensue
Behind the curtains on the poles
And in each individual room
In the mind numbing cold
Lived the people I will refer to, as
Freebies, freebies
The twisted, awkward, awful family living in 3B
In there where the booze always flows
And you wouldn't be blamed to believe
That no one in there ever knows
Exactly what day it is of the week
Bloody nostrils on the nose
And not enough money to eat
But always drinking more than most
But get enough to always need
Freebies, freebies
The noisy, drunken, terrible family living in 3B
If it sound like a place you hate to go, well then
Maybe you just weren't kept in the know, my friend
Because I'll tell you this for free
Give me a heart beat and I'd be straight back in the thick of it
Never wanting to call it quits in 3B
Oh take me back to that awesome family that lived in 3B