Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
Its just the milkmans 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
Were standing in poplar lines
Making alarm clocks thatll wake our wives up
Dont ask us, we havent the time
Were racing the hooter thatll signal lifes 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 its all the same to you
Mrs progress
Think Ill drink my oxo up
And get away
Its not that youre repulsive to see
In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie
Youre too fast for little old me
Next youll be telling me its 1990
I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more
And Ive 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 thats how Im fed
And thats how Im fed
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
Its just the milkmans 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
Smalltown
Smalltown