And in the scout hut debate still rages on

The most dangerous junction in Christendom

And Cathy Dan's fourth milk bank opens soon



And yonder the deacon in misguided trousers

Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers



We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune



M-m-maroon was the colour of my true loves' 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

Hey no local news group called fuck your conglomerate

No knarky young upstarts can fuck your conglomerate



'cause

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune



Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas Play

It's called "Roll the square Arthur" and mind what you

say

It's a cricketing farce with a thickening plot

Act One Scene One Brenda Blethyn get shot



Graduated to solids disturbingly early

Graduated to solids disturbingly early

The Mummers the poppers

The best of the Coppers



Anyone can join so I discarded my jeans

And played Blind Man and Pantheus, the King of Thebes

Some Bloomsbury peripherals said I had the best line



Check you sheds check your sheds I think I've lost my

mind!



We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune