Clambering men in big bad boots
Dug up my den, dug up my roots. Treated us like plasticine town
They build 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,
It's build. It's build a house where we can stay,
It's build a road for us to cross,
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots.
Add a new bit everyday. Whistling men in yellow vans
They came and drew us diagrams.
Showed us how it all worked out
And wrote it down in case of doubt. Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick,
It's wall to wall and brick to brick,
They work so fast it makes you sick, It's build. Chorus.
In with boots and up with roots,
Down with sticks and up with bricks,
It's in with suits and new recruits,
It's build.
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