Big in the Suburbs

Now for a moment of light entertainment

Now for a little story written in blank verse

And it’s very serious, at least it is later on

and you’re not to laugh at the serious bit

I'll tell go when that comes

Welcome to the brand new Great British Zoo

Royal blue avenues that smell of barbecues

Same clouds are competing with the powerlines

Same house is repeated a thousand times

Next door don’t cut the grass anymore

Two doors down called the council and banged on the door

He said "Hey guys, I don't wanna be a bore"

"But I've just put in a new hot tub and your garden's an eyesore"

No more nights as a suburbanite

I want my name in streetlights

I'm big in the suburbs

I'm big in the suburbs

Oh yes, I am big in the suburbs

Smack, bang, and the kids don’t stand a chance

Do the payroll, know the maypole like the back of their hands

Uncle Sam’s not a fan of the boys in the band

Banging pots and pans for grandad's Paco Rabane

My cousins come in dozens but it doesn’t mean much to me

Such fun, hot cross mums run in the family

Raise a glass to the class of merry memories

Commemorating relatives in tessellating terraces, please

Sophie’s on the sofa so alone

She’s fallen in love with a game show host

The Chase was on, but it’s Pointless now

Don't spend a lifetime looking for heaven

When you can find it on the A27

I'm big in the suburbs

I'm big in the suburbs

Oh yes, I am big in the suburbs

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm big in the suburbs

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm big in the suburbs

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm big in the suburbs

Oh yes, I am big in the suburbs

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Same dog, different God

Out of a catalogue

Trading places, saying graces, saving face just because

Different horses, same courses, caught in the traffic lights

Their bark is worse than their bites

I think we’re running out of time

And all their games are the same

They all love playing the game

Throw me the ball for a change

Run through the rain for a train

Go off the rails again

'Cause it will never ever ever ever ever ever change

Change

It’s monarchy and poverty that makes Britain great

It’s property and proper tea and trains running late

The whole town's Tory but they've nationalised hate

A beautiful new estate named after farmland it’s replaced

Civics, eurythmics, economics, Marx

How to respect wildlife in national parks

Plastics, gymnastics, this they learn to scorn

The old thatched cottages in which they were born

Well you can go, but you will always come around

There's some people in this town you always see hanging around

Well it's life going once

And it’s life going twice

And that's what they call the price of life

You are big in the suburbs

I'm big in the suburbs

Oh tell them again that I'm big in the suburbs

Oh yes I am Big in the Suburbs

I'm what, I'm what, I'm what, I'm big in the suburbs

I'm big in the suburbs

I'm big in the suburbs

Oh yes, I am big in the suburbs

Go out and see the sights but let me know when you've gone

You'll be back in forty five, so

Put the kettle on