Matthew 7: 24–27; Luke 6: 46–49

Man
Oh my dear wouldn't it be great
If we just had some real estate.

Woman
My love, wouldn't it be grand
A mansion close by sea and sand.

Man
Indeed for you my darling wife      
For such a thing I'd give my life.     

Woman
To husband dear the truth I tell
For such a thing my soul I'd sell.

Nick
Sir, for property bargains so unreal
I'm yours in service Nick D'eville.
Housing sales that you can trust
Rep for Covet, Steal and Lust.

Woman
Mr D'eville we have planned

Man
A mansion close by sea and sand.

Nick
 (sotto vocci) And did I hear both man and wife
That they would give both soul and life.
(normal) Sir and madam call me Nick
I have one here, would be your pick.

Woman
Oh look at that great block of land
Set by sea and right by sand

Man
My oh my and man alive
The road is wide, with two car drive.

Evan G. List
Dear sir my name's Evan G. List
And I've an offer that can't be missed
Sir and madam, 'tis your loss
If you don't follow, way of the cross

Woman
The road is narrow and so steep.

Man
We're not mountain goats or sheep.

Evan G. List
But I've a Lord and he has planned
A mansion, if you'll take his hand
And I can say however poor and humble
Won't let you fall, won't let you stumble.

Man
But we're not poor and we're not humble

Woman
We'll go our own way and not stumble

Nick
Come my friends, put trust in me
And life so easy it will be

Evan G. List
Have faith is all you have to do
For Christ our Lord has died for you.

Nick
Come with me it's not that far
Besides I've got a real fast car.

Man
Decisions made we've heard enough
Evan's road's too straight and tough.

Woman
Come we'll go with Mr D'eville
We've heard enough of Evan's spiel

Man
We'll have a home that's oh so grand
Beside that sea, beside that sand.

Evan G. List
Their home it lacks foundations strong
Oh yes, dear friends, they have gone wrong.

Woman
A house so great and so divine
And truly I can call it mine.

Man
But look here wife look at that wall
It's moving and about to fall.

Woman
Quickly let's get out the door

Man
See caved in ceiling, caved in floor.

Woman
For this, our very soul did sell.

Man
And now we know our suburb's Hell.

Author: Robert Horton