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Smalltown, snoring under
by the clank
It's just the milkman's round

Smalltown, undercovers
The lodgers and the
Are asleep Smalltown

Shiny gray black of bikes
He
up the men and boys
To

We're in poplar lines
Making alarm clocks that'll wake our up
ask us, we haven't the time
We're racing the hooter that'll life's up

Smalltown, in the valley
by the sally army
Sunday march

Smalltown, in the toilet
Now who on earth spoil it
Would pull down Smalltown?

If it's all the to you
Mrs.
I'll drink my Oxo up
And get

It's not that you're to see
In your brand new catalog nightie
You're too for little old me
you'll be telling me it's 1990

I have lived for a thousand years or maybe more
And sheltered all the children who have fought the wars
And as payment they make in me

Squeaky old beds, in sheds
Inside of their heads, as and weds
As Tories and
And how I'm fed
And how I'm fed

Smalltown, snoring under
Woken by the
It's just the milkman's dawn

Smalltown, undercovers
The lodgers and the
Are 'round Smalltown

Smalltown, crouching in the
by the sally army
Sunday march

Smalltown, in the toilet
Now who on earth spoil it
Till you down Smalltown