We Built This Village On A Trad. Arr. Tune Songtext / Lyric

And in the scout hut debate still rages on

The most dangerous junction in Christendom

And Cathy Staniforth's milk bank opens soon

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



Ma-ma-maroon was the colour of my true love's 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

Ain't no local groups called Fuck Your Conglomerate

No narky young upstarts called Fuck Your Conglomerate



'Cos we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune

We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune

With wattle and daub 'neath a silvry moon

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 gets shot

Graduated to solids disturbingly early

Graduated to solids disturbingly early

Oh the Mummers, the Papas

The Best Of The Coppers

Anyone can join in so I discarded my jeans

And played wine-maddened Pentheus, the King of Thebes

And some Bloomsbury peripheral said I had the best line

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



Oh 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



We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune

We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune

There's a Sword Dance every twenty-seventh of June

We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune