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