There\'s a song about a man with a house in Budapest .
He sings about all the amazing things inside that house .
Just like him I have a home there too .
But my home hasn\'t four walls ,
My house in Budapest hasn\'t doors or windows .
My house in Budapest has a pulse ,
It has blood running through it .
Two big ears,
And a pair of green green eyes .
My house in Budapest is not a house it\'s a home .
It\'s a heart .