So many people People settle down I want to be part of a small suburban town I want net curtains to catch the pink of dawn I want some corduroys with which to mow the lawn So let's not lie We're quite plain And find this life Of filthy strain Rather tiresome And I do dream of Tranquility As semi-detachedly As fate meant me to be I don't really want a Ford Orion. So many people People settle down Have dinner parties to invite the boss around I want stone cladding On my pebbledash Electric clippers for my middle-cla** mustache. So let's not lie I cannot live within this vile alternative Squalid style And I do dream of Tranquility As semi-detachedly As fate meant me to be I don't really want a Ford Sierra. So many people Are pension plan secure Take yearly holidays Through 10-day package tours I want two bathrooms in which to lay my stool I want some offspring to send to private schools So let's go straight I am a snob and I do hate life with little job in office And I do dream of Tranquility As semi-detachedly As fate meant me to be And I don't really want a Ford Grenada. So many people People settle down Why don't we share part of a small suburban town? Try not to sneer Please suffocate your scorn I love suburban heaven for in heaven I was born.