You achieved your emission, moved to the seaside After only six months, your husband died In a tree-lined street full of frozen rows Of nineteen-fifties bungalows Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland (we're just existing) Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland (we're just existing) In a ten-room box made of tiles and bricks You don't really live, you just exist Someone, somewhere must be taking the piss 'Cause there can't be anything worse than this Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland (we're just existing) Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland (we're just existing) Nobody seems to notice you And nobody really cares But at least when you're living in a bungalow You don't have to hoover the stairs Bungalowland Where the old people go
Just how you got there You really don't know You got a picture of a child that used to be you Then you wake up one morning and you're ninety-two In Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland (we're just existing) Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland (we're just existing) No one will ever know you were on this earth No stone with your date of d**h and birth The cemetery's full so when you expire It's down the crematorium and into the fire Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland (we're just existing) Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland (we're just existing) Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland (we're just existing) Bungalowland (this is not living) Bungalowland We're just existing in Bungalowland