Matching Houses

Our lounge was daubed in chip fat yellow
 Well before hers next door
 We had replicas of the Eiffel Tower
 And an arctic rug on the living room floor
 The walls were alive with Lopsided matadors
 Our out of focus friends from Ibiza would kill for
 Making the most of our matching houses
 In the middle of nowhere special
 Making the most of our matching houses
 See through the curtains and the Oxfam blouses
 Truant love on the lino floor
 With borstal boy number four
 The outline of his Blackpool rock
 Written all over our Tina's frock
 Dad sat on the lav missing everything
 Mother burned like Joan of Arc burned
 On parents evening
 Making the most of our matching houses
 In the middle of nowhere special
 Making the most of our matching houses
 See through the curtains and the Oxfam blouses
 Polluting the back of our nostalgic settee
 With lies and social security
 Painting brown carpets with sunshine
 Moving for the last time
 Making the most of our matching houses
 In the middle of nowhere special
 Making the most of our matching houses
 See through the curtains and the Oxfam blouses
 Making the most of our matching houses
 In the middle of nowhere special
 Making the most of our matching houses
 See through the curtains and the Oxfam blouses