Da Roda dos Tostões

Clambering men in big bad boots

Dug up my den, dug up my roots

Treated us like plasticine town

They built us up and knocked us down

.

From meccano to legoland

Here they come with a brick in their hand

Men with heads filled up with sand

Its build

.

Its build a house where we can stay

Add a new bit everyday

Its build a road for us to cross

Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

.

Whistling men in yellow vans

They can and drew us diagrams

Showed us how it all worked it out

And wrote it down in case of doubt

.

Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick

Its wall to wall and brick to brick

They work so fast it makes you sickI

ts build

.

Its build a house where we can stay

Add a new bit everyday

Its build a road for us to cross

Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

Its build

.

Down with sticks and up with bricks

In with boots and up with roots

Its in with suits and new recruits

Its build
.

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- Housemartins -

(Built)