IntroVerse 1I Started When I Was Young With The Old Two ShillingsI Had Collected Enough, It Felt Really FulfillingThey Replaced Them With The Shiny New Ten-Pence PiecesI Collected The Limited Editions Of These (I’ve Still Got Them)They’re Somewhere In The House, Buried Under StuffI Stopped Collecting Them As They Didn’t Print Enough (They Might Be Worth Something)The New Two-Pound Coins Made A Nice New CollectionI Bet I’ve Got Rare Ones, Or Is That Self-DeceptionChorusSome Say I’m A HoarderA Fact I Will DenyI Just Like To Collect ThingsOr Top Up My SuppliesI Don’t Have A ProblemIt Gives Me Great PleasureYou Might Think It’s TrashBut To Me, This Is TreasureVerse 2Next, It Was Shoes Once My Feet Stopped GrowingI Had Every Colour And Every Style GoingI Hid Them In Cupboards, Shelves And Under The BedI Could Wear A New Pair Every Day Until I Was DeadObviously, I Had To Have Bags To Match All The ShoesThey Spilled Out Of All The Cupboards Into The RoomsI Couldn’t Part With Any As They Matched My ClothesWith Nowhere For Them, I Hid Them Under ThrowsChorusSome Say I’m A HoarderA Fact I Will DenyI Just Like To Collect ThingsOr Top Up My SuppliesI Don’t Have A ProblemIt Gives Me Great PleasureYou Might Think It’s TrashBut To Me, This Is TreasureVerse 3My Shopping Was So Compulsive, I’d Have To Sneak It HomeLeaving It In The Car Until I Was In The House All AloneMy Family All Left Me When There Wasn’t Room To LiveThey Said I Was A Level Five Hoarder, And Something Had To GiveNo One Saw The Value Of What I'd Saved For Future ProjectsTo Everyone Else, It Was All Just Useless ObjectsBut I Had Ten Of Everything, From Food To Toilet PaperSo, I'll Be Ok When The Apocalypse Comes On LaterChorusSome Say I’m A HoarderA Fact I Will DenyI Just Like To Collect ThingsOr Top Up My SuppliesI Don’t Have A ProblemIt Gives Me Great PleasureYou Might Think It’s TrashBut To Me, This Is TreasureVerse 4It’s Now Got So Bad That I Don’t Live There AnymoreI’m Staying With My Sister Because I Can’t Get In My DoorLiving In Her Cupboard, I've Got No Room To SpareIt’s Just A Mattress And A Lamp, Hidden Under The StairThere’s Only Room For Me And Possibly The CatSomehow, The Mattress Is Getting Higher, Though I’ll Deny ThatI Swore I Wouldn’t Do It Anymore With Complete SincerityBut I Won’t Be Allowed Back Home Until I’ve Completed My TherapyChorusSome Say I’m A HoarderA Fact I Will DenyI Just Like To Collect ThingsOr Top Up My SuppliesI Don’t Have A ProblemIt Gives Me Great PleasureYou Might Think It’s TrashBut To Me, This Is TreasureOutroYou Might Think It’s TrashBut To Me, This Is Treasure
