Story Behind The Song
Many Doc Young songs are about friendship and valuing diversity, so I try to find various vehicles for those ideas. On a trip to a local children's museum I observed a huge, intricate dollhouse with many separate rooms for various activities. It seemed like the perfect place to share with friends, so I made the characters fit the actual scale of the dollhouse. When the children's museum was rebuilt in a new location, the dollhouse did not make the trip. But I found it a couple of years later during my own child's piano performance at the location where the dollhouse currently resides: a full-care retirement facility named St. Joseph's Villa.
Song Description
A happy but somewhat bittersweet song from a lone person fantasizing about throwing a big party for some small animal friends. The music starts out with a lone guitar and then the "friends" quickly join in as the person describes whom he would invite to his grand party, and all the things he would do to make them feel comfortable and welcome. It describes animals according to their characteristic needs and talents in a way in which everyone contributes in their own unique way. The story ends with the party continuing in a treehouse as if the party never ends.
| Song Length |
4:02 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Pop - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Welcoming, Jovial |
Subject |
Party, Wild Animals |
| Similar Artists |
Buddy Holly, The Byrds |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Dollhouse (Brian Scott Young)
If I lived in a dollhouse, it would be debonair. Every day I'd have a ball, and my friends would all be there. Like kings and queens in a castle, our wishes all fulfilled, with a different room for every romp, in my haunt upon the hill
Chorus: If I lived in a dollhouse, it would be a small house, and I would be too.
Then I could have all my friends by. We'd only be an inch high, but have big things to do (a big to-do).
At lunchtime we'd help ourselves to whatever we could dream, at a picnic by a soda pop pool right down from Chocolate stream. I'd pick a flower every hour for Bart the bumblebee. While at my house, Miss Millie Mouse would eat the finest cheese. (chorus)
After lunch, we'd all play games and let each other win. And then I'd entertain them all on my matchbox mandolin. Carry Cricket, on her little fiddle, would play a happy song and Fred the flea would dance a jig, as we all sing along. (chorus)
Every bash would be a smash; and at the very end, we'd climb up to my tree house and do it all over again.