Smalltown, snoring under blankets Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round smalltown
Shiney grey black snake of bikes He slithers Bearing up the men and boys To work We're standing in poplar lines Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up Don't ask us, we haven't the time We're racing the hooter that'll signal life's up
Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Who on earth would spoil it Would they pull down smalltown?
If it's all the same to you Mrs progress Think I'll drink my oxo up And get away It's not that you're repulsive to see In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie You're too fast for little old me Next you'll be telling me it's 1990
I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more And I've sheltered all the children who have fought the wars And as payment they make love in me In squeaky beds In bicycle sheds Inside of their heads As singles and weds As tories and reds And that's how I'm fed And that's how I'm fed
Smalltown, snoring under blankets Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round smalltown
Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Now who on earth would spoil it Will you pull down smalltown
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