Official Music Video
The Everyday Story Of Smalltown by XTC
Lyrics & Translation
English
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round Smalltown
Shiney grey black snake of bikes
He slithers
Bearing up the men and boys
To work
We're standing in poplar lines
Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up
Don't ask us, we haven't the time
We're racing the hooter that'll signal life's up
Smalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the sally army
Sunday marchround
Smalltown, coughing in the toilet
Who on earth would spoil it
Would they pull down Smalltown?
If it's all the same to you
Mrs Progress
Think I'll drink my Oxo up
And get away
It's not that you're repulsive to see
In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie
You're too fast for little old me
Next you'll be telling me it's 1990
I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more
And I've sheltered all the children who have fought the wars
And as payment they make love in me
In squeaky beds
In bicycle sheds
Inside of their heads
As singles and weds
As Tories and Reds
And that's how I'm fed
And that's how I'm fed
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round Smalltown
Smalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the sally army
Sunday marchround
Smalltown, coughing in the toilet
Now who on earth would spoil it
Will you pull down Smalltown
Smalltown
Smalltown
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of The Everyday Story Of Smalltown by XTC
The Everyday Story Of Smalltown* (original XTC)
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round Smalltown
Shiney grey black snake of bikes
He slithers
Bearing up the men and boys
To work
We're standing in poplar lines
Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up
Don't ask us, we haven't the time
We're racing the hooter that'll signal life's up
Smalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the sally army
Sunday marchround
Smalltown, coughing in the toilet
Who on earth would spoil it
Would they pull down Smalltown?
If it's all the same to you
Mrs Progress
Think I'll drink my Oxo up
And get away
It's not that you're repulsive to see
In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie
You're too fast for little old me
Next you'll be telling me it's 1990
I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more
And I've sheltered all the children who have fought the wars
And as payment they make love in me
In squeaky beds
In bicycle sheds
Inside of their heads
As singles and weds
As Tories and Reds
And that's how I'm fed
And that's how I'm fed
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round Smalltown
Smalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the sally army
Sunday marchround
Smalltown, coughing in the toilet
Now who on earth would spoil it
Will you pull down Smalltown
Smalltown
Smalltown
The Everyday Story Of Smalltown (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Pueblito, roncando bajo las mantas
Despertado por el tintineo
Es solo la ronda matutina del lechero
Pueblito, escondido bajo las sábanas
Los inquilinos y los amantes
Están dormidos por Pueblito
Brillante serpiente gris y negra de bicicletas
Se desliza
Llevando a los hombres y a los niños
Al trabajo
Estamos de pie en filas de álamos
Fabricando despertadores que despertarán a nuestras esposas
No nos preguntes, no tenemos tiempo
Estamos compitiendo con la sirena que señalará el fin de la vida
Pueblito, agazapado en el valle
Despertado por el Ejército de Salvación
La marcha dominical
Pueblito, tosiendo en el baño
¿Quién en la tierra lo estropearía?
¿Derribarían Pueblito?
Si te da igual
Señora Progreso
Creo que me beberé mi Oxo
Y me iré
No es que seas repulsiva de ver
En tu camisón de nailon nuevo de catálogo
Eres demasiado rápida para mi viejo yo
Luego me dirás que es 1990
He vivido aquí mil años o quizás más
Y he cobijado a todos los niños que han luchado en las guerras
Y como pago, hacen el amor en mí
En camas que chirrían
En cobertizos de bicicletas
Dentro de sus cabezas
Como solteros y casados
Como Tories y Rojos
Y así es como me alimento
Y así es como me alimento
Pueblito, roncando bajo las mantas
Despertado por el tintineo
Es solo la ronda matutina del lechero
Pueblito, escondido bajo las sábanas
Los inquilinos y los amantes
Están dormidos por Pueblito
Pueblito, agazapado en el valle
Despertado por el Ejército de Salvación
La marcha dominical
Pueblito, tosiendo en el baño
Ahora, ¿quién en la tierra lo estropearía?
¿Derribarás Pueblito?
Pueblito
Pueblito
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