Back at Chatsworth's IsleOut the front where Paul would play with DadKick the ball all evening till it's darkCannas off the wall and smash the carsOh, we're in troubleOld St. Joseph's SchoolI hear the kids all screamingBreaking rulesAnd more uniforms and shiny shoesSneaking out through fences that are looseJust like we used toPretty, pretty, pretty from my windowOh, we're in troubleA couple colors shy of the rainbowBut you're my homeBut she's outsideThat busybodyHe's a couple flightsPink and blueTinted stars all dayThey're red and whiteSeems to like the viewAnd so do IOh, so do ISo pretty, pretty, pretty from my windowA couple colors shy of the rainbowOh, but you're my homeSweet homeI roam still the sameWe're in troubleOld St. Joseph's SchoolOut the front where Paul would play with DadCannas off the wall and smash the carsOh, we're in troubleOld St. Joseph's SchoolI hear the kids all screamingJust like we used toA couple colours shy of a rainbowBut you're my homeSo pretty, pretty, pretty from my windowA couple colours shy of a rainbowBut you're my heartYes, you're my heartYes, you're my heartSweet home