It's in the order of their hedgerows It's in the way their curtains open and close It's in the look they give you down their nose All part of decency's jigsaw i suppose Heard the neighbour slam his car door Don't he realise this is respectable street What d'you think he bought that car for 'cos he realise this is respectable street Now they talk about abortion In cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters As they speak of contraception And immaculate receptions on their portable Sony entertainment centres. Now she speaks about diseases And which s** position pleases best her old man Avon lady fills the creases When she manages to squeeze in past the caravans That never move from their front gardens. It's in the order of their hedgerows It's in the way their curtains open and close It's in the look they give you down their nose All part of decency's jigsaw i suppose Sunday church and they look fetching Saturday night saw him retching over our fence Bang the wall for me to turn down I can see them with their stern frown As they dispense the kind of look that says They're perfect.