Up the hill and down the valley
Where the little houses grow
Woodlands make a skittle alley
For the nouveau puppet show
Badgers Dell and Sleepy Hollow
Bullsh** street with bullsh** name
Ticky Tacky hard to swallow
Little boxes all the same...
So run, rabbit, run
Hide from the midnight sun...
And we are
Coming round
And going round and
Coming round again
Now we're country living folk
There's no need for a day return
Miss the joke, stay home and poke
Dried flowers in our bu*ter churn
Four wheel drive for shopping trips
We're out of towners, through and through
We can give the local hicks
Someone that they can look up to...