So many people 

People settle down 

I want to be part of a small suburban town 

I want net curtains to catch the pink of dawn 

I want some corduroys with which to mow the lawn 

So let's not lie 

We're quite plain 

And find this life 

Of filthy strain 

Rather tiresome 

And I do dream of 

Tranquility 

As semi-detachedly 

As fate meant me to be 

I don't really want a Ford Orion. 

So many people 

People settle down 

Have dinner parties to invite the boss around 

I want stone cladding 

On my pebbledash 

Electric clippers for my middle-class mustache. 

So let's not lie 

I cannot live within this vile alternative 

Squalid style 

And I do dream of 

Tranquility 

As semi-detachedly 

As fate meant me to be 

I don't really want a Ford Sierra. 

So many people 

Are pension plan secure 

Take yearly holidays 

Through 10-day package tours 

I want two bathrooms in which to lay my stool 

I want some offspring to send to private schools 

So let's go straight 

I am a snob 

and I do hate life with little job in office 

And I do dream of 

Tranquility 

As semi-detachedly 

As fate meant me to be 

And I don't really want a Ford Grenada. 

So many people 

People settle down 

Why don't we share part of a small suburban town? 

Try not to sneer 

Please suffocate your scorn 

I love suburban heaven for in heaven I was born.