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Smalltown, under blankets
by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn

Smalltown, undercovers
The lodgers and the
Are asleep 'round

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

We're standing in poplar
alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up
Don't ask us, we the time
racing the hooter that'll signal life's up

Smalltown, in the valley
Woken by the sally
Sunday march

Smalltown, coughing in the
Now who on would spoil it
they pull down Smalltown?

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

It's not you're repulsive to see
In your new catalog nylon nightie
You're too fast for old me
Next be telling me it's 1990

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

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

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

Smalltown, undercovers
The and the lovers
Are asleep Smalltown

Smalltown, crouching in the
Woken by the army
Sunday march

Smalltown, coughing in the
Now who on earth spoil it
Till you pull Smalltown