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Wow! That feels hot

Cos I'm boiling my pot

We eat veggies a lot

That's all us poor folk have got

Boiled veg

My bed

(I got one room!)

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Tudor kitchen is nice

I'm cooking with spice

Goodbye fire pit

Hello fireplace and spit

There's no bed

Cos instead

I got more rooms

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Wow!

Living in a Tudor house

And knives and spoons are what we use

Yeah, living in a Tudor house

On the floor is where the sculliers snooze

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I'm using pots

In fact, I got lots

(Yeah!) And dishes and pans

Full of pastries and flans

I roast

I bake

Pies and cake

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Wow!

Cos I'm living in a Georgian house

Fewer spits, now ovens are it

I'm living in a Georgian house

Using coal makes cooking a stroll

Wow!

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[Hey, should I take it to the fridge?

Take it to the fridge.

To my brand-new fridge.

And do you like my washing machine? Oh!]

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The room's got lights

Now we're cooking at night

I got a sink

To wash away stink

Hot tap

Drying rack

And a dishwasher, too

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So now we're living in a '50s house

All mod cons we can't do without

Living in a '50s house

We're better off

So let's eat out

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