I love this town... like an unmade bed
I love this town... of the living dead
I love this town... gonna paint it red
If I can spare a minute
I love this town... where curtains twitch
Where this door scratches... next door's itch
It's a pantomime... at fever pitch
And we can all be in it
People here are large as life
They know the whole world and his wife
From a razor's edge to a kitchen knife
They'll be glad to help you
I love this town... of hidden charms
Where no one means... you any harm
And if you sleep... through false alarms
No one here would blame you
I love this town... on the beaten track
Where nothing slips... between the cracks
Her rent's arrears... his heart attack
Now isn't that a shame, ooh!
Everyone's friendly to your face
And everybody knows their place
As long as you respect their s***e
You won't have to worry
The town hall clock is calling out
It's rush hour on the roundabout
Now I know without a doubt
It's the place for me...
I love this town... the dirty streets
It's a merry-go-round... with broken seats
Where silk and lace... and satin sheets
Are only dirty washing
I love this town... down on its knees
It's going under... by degrees
Still we can do... just as we please
As long as no one's watching
I love this town... I love this town...
I love this town... I love this town...
I love this town... of the living dead
I love this town... gonna paint it red
If I can spare a minute
I love this town... where curtains twitch
Where this door scratches... next door's itch
It's a pantomime... at fever pitch
And we can all be in it
People here are large as life
They know the whole world and his wife
From a razor's edge to a kitchen knife
They'll be glad to help you
I love this town... of hidden charms
Where no one means... you any harm
And if you sleep... through false alarms
No one here would blame you
I love this town... on the beaten track
Where nothing slips... between the cracks
Her rent's arrears... his heart attack
Now isn't that a shame, ooh!
Everyone's friendly to your face
And everybody knows their place
As long as you respect their s***e
You won't have to worry
The town hall clock is calling out
It's rush hour on the roundabout
Now I know without a doubt
It's the place for me...
I love this town... the dirty streets
It's a merry-go-round... with broken seats
Where silk and lace... and satin sheets
Are only dirty washing
I love this town... down on its knees
It's going under... by degrees
Still we can do... just as we please
As long as no one's watching
I love this town... I love this town...
I love this town... I love this town...