The Everyday Story of Smalltown Lyrics

Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn roundSmalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round SmalltownShiny gray black snake of bikes
He slithers
Bearing up the men and boys
To workWe'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 upSmalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the sally army
Sunday march roundSmalltown, coughing in the toilet
Now 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 awayIt's not that you're repulsive to see

In your brand new catalog nylon nightie
You're too fast for little old me
Next you'll be telling me it's 1990I 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 meSqueaky old 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 fedSmalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn roundSmalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round SmalltownSmalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the sally army
Sunday march roundSmalltown, coughing in the toilet
Now who on earth would spoil it
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