And in the scout hut debate still rages on
The most dangerous junction in Christendom
And Cathy Staniforth's milk bank opens soon
Yonder the Deacon in misguided trousers
Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers
CHORUS
We built this village on a trad arr. tune x4
VERSE 2
Maroon is the colour of my true love's hair,
She's got a cross stitch exhibition over there
A spate of pan fires isn't going to happen round here
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging
Ain't no local groups called Fuck Your Conglomerate
No narky young upstarts called Fuck Your Conglomerate
CHORUS
We built this village on a trad arr. tune x4
RIFF A x4
Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas play
It's called Roll A Square, Arthur, and mind what you say
It's a cricketing farce with a thickening plot
Act one, scene one: Brenda Blethyn gets shot
Graduated to solids disturbingly early
Graduated to solids disturbingly early
The Mummers, the poppers, the best of the Coppers
Anyone can join in, so I discarded my jeans
And played Pantheus, King of Thebes
And some Bloomsbury peripherals said I had the best line
Check your sheds, check your sheds, I think I've lost my mind
CHORUS
We built this village on a trad arr. tune x4
RIFF A x4
CHORUS
We built this village on a trad arr. tune x4
OUTRO