(Thanks to) The Caterpillar Company

Over on the corner of Cambridge Street 
There’s a residential tower partially complete, 
And thanks to the Caterpillar Company, 
I’ve got a room on the fourth floor. 
Over the construction and the building, 
The percussion of the drilling, 
This is gonna be my home, 
New and improved, a place all to my own 
So thanks to the Caterpillar Company. 

My old girl, she used to leave on the light 
Even when she’d gone out for the night, 
But, thanks to the caterpillar company, 
I don’t pay her bills no more. 
She used to play the same damn album way too loud; 
I never understood how 
That was gonna be my home. 
Now I don’t have to deal with her dilly-dally on the phone, 
So thanks to the Caterpillar Company. 

Maybe I used to stay and up and wait 
When she would go out late 
Just to see her smile. 
Maybe I used to love the sound 
Of her voice all around, 
And I think about calling every once in awhile. 
Maybe I still play that damn album when I’m alone. 
Maybe I used to think, “This is my home.” 

Over on the corner of Cambridge Street, 
There’s a resident and tower, almost complete, 
And, thanks to the Caterpillar Company, 
We’re hoping for a brand new start. 
There’s morning dew still on the grass, 
And the thunderstorms have all seemed to pass. 
This is gonna be my home, 
New and improved, a place all to my own. 
So thanks to the Caterpillar Company. 

This is gonna be my home; 
I’ve got a place all alone. 
So thanks to the Caterpillar Company.