Village Life

Village life, everybody knows the wife

Knows how many pints you like

And where you park your bike at night

That's ok I wouldn't want it any other way

Rue St Denis or St Tropez

Over the hill or far away

On the green I saw you with sweet sixteen

You didn't see me you were quite obscene

Now the neighbours know where you've been

In the town mother's friends all pull the shutters down

Father no more buys a round

Because you were the village clown