Best Kept Garden

Lyrics

I won't hear a word against Dr Chris Finally someone sticking up for us Building a town where we can settle down Once we've brushed off this infernal dust I gather he was a farmer's boy I hear he treat his mother and his father right And when a Tommy needs a home He's decided where I should go He's picked the rooms a certain size I can even piss inside Unless there's frozen pipes So la-di-dah to have a lawn Left miles from everything I've ever known I'll be keeping my evers green And the fresh paint on doorstep clean The best kept garden in Becontree The way Dr Chris would want it to be And when the rent man comes around The grumpy old sod's going To beg to shake my hand He'll say, "Your roses are divine Your evergreens precisely regulation size"