Miodes - Winners Green

The sheep on the lane make way for Sylvester
Hooting the horn on his jaguar
He's our most unsavoury Lord Of The Manor
And closed off the path to the church and its vicar
He bought his title with the house and land
He's a pret-a-porter nobleman
And lords it over everyone
The villagers gather in plots against him

Oh it's a prettiest sight on Winners green
Oh it's a prettiest sight on Winners green

They've got high gates and forecourts - everyone
Take their tractors to shop in town
They keep an eye on eachother and an eye out for the burglars
Making off with what they can

There's a rich family from Canada
Who only come here once a year
They've got a pool in their garden
(The locals skinny-dip when they're not there
And the London weekenders
Grow a hedge to hide the council row - so

And the school kids get visits from the fire-brigade
And the honourable member for this Tory fen
They take the portraits they did of him
To hang on the walls when they get home

Written by:
Bernadette Hinde

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