Life in a barrat Garret

So many people

People settle down

I want to be part of a small suburban town

I want net curtains to catch the pink of dawn

I want some corduroys with which to mow the lawn

So let's not lie

We're quite plain

And find this life

Of filthy strain

Rather tiresome

And I do dream of

Tranquility

As semi-detachedly

As fate meant me to be

I don't really want a Ford Orion.

So many people

People settle down

Have dinner parties to invite the boss around

I want stone cladding

On my pebbledash

Electric clippers for my middle-class mustache.

So let's not lie

I cannot live within this vile alternative

Squalid style

And I do dream of

Tranquility

As semi-detachedly

As fate meant me to be

I don't really want a Ford Sierra.

So many people

Are pension plan secure

Take yearly holidays

Through 10-day package tours

I want two bathrooms in which to lay my stool

I want some offspring to send to private schools

So let's go straight

I am a snob

and I do hate life with little job in office

And I do dream of

Tranquility

As semi-detachedly

As fate meant me to be

And I don't really want a Ford Grenada.

So many people

People settle down

Why don't we share part of a small suburban town?

Try not to sneer

Please suffocate your scorn

I love suburban heaven for in heaven I was born.