XTC - The Everyday Story of Smalltown lyrics

Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round Smalltown
Shiny gray black snake of bikes he slithers
Bearing up the men and boys to work
We'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 up
Smalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the sally army sunday march round
Smalltown, 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 away
It'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 1990
I 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 me
Squeaky 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 fed
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round Smalltown
Smalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the sally army sunday march round
Smalltown, coughing in the toilet
Now who on earth would spoil it
Till you pull down Smalltown smalltown
Smalltown smalltown
Smalltown smalltown
Smalltown smalltown
Smalltown smalltown
Smalltown