Unemployments rising
In the Chigley end of town
And it's speading like pneumonia;
Doesn't look like going down.
There's trouble at the fire station;
Someone's had the sack.
And the lads have organised a scheme
To get rid of Captain Flack.
Tell PC McGarry
To get himself a mate.
Someone get a message through
To Captain Snort
That they better start assembling
The boys from the fort.
Keep Mrs. Honeyman right out of sight,
'Cause there's gonna be riot
Down in Trumpton Tonight.
All this aristocracy
Has really got to stop.
