And in the scout hut debate still rages on
The most dangerous junction in Christendom
And Cathy Dan's fourth milk bank opens soon

And yonder the deacon in misguided trousers
Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune
We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune
We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune

M-m-maroon was the colour of my true loves' hair
She's got a cross-stitch exhibition over there
A spate of pan fires isn't going to happen round here
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging
Hey no local news group called fuck your conglomerate
No knarky young upstarts can fuck your conglomerate

'cause
We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune
We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune
We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune

Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas Play
It's called "Roll the square Arthur" and mind what you 
say
It's a cricketing farce with a thickening plot
Act One Scene One Brenda Blethyn get shot

Graduated to solids disturbingly early
Graduated to solids disturbingly early
The Mummers the poppers
The best of the Coppers

Anyone can join so I discarded my jeans
And played Blind Man and Pantheus, the King of Thebes
Some Bloomsbury peripherals said I had the best line

Check you sheds check your sheds I think I've lost my 
mind!

We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune
We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune
We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune
We built this village on a Trad.Arr. tune