I think we sang that on continuous loop the first weekend in the house.
The big emptiness was a bit shocking at first. Suddenly every ding, dent, scratch and Crayola mark was somehow magnified 10x. And the cabbage roses on the wallpaper seemed to be leaping off the walls.
So we called in reinforcements.
Our neighbor Kevin (who we'd met while we were renting two summers ago) is a house painter, and both of us couldn't have been happier to have met him. He's an amazingly meticulous painter -- and wallpaper remover. He also cleaned up the woodwork on our first floor. (As much as I would like to claim this house to be 100% D.I.Y., it ain't.)
He helped turn things like this: