Let's build a house full of bricks The ones we like from Belgium Let it wash away my ticks Away from the system ♪ With the sun there's a shiver A gazillion years intact And olives, capers and sisters White plaster and wooden beds We're trading with seashells and whispers And dreams rise to the top of the roof ♪ Your hips move like a wobbly tooth Dinners with lemons and sisters And dreams in the top of the roof We're tradin' with seashells and whispers Your hips move like a wobbly tooth!