Best Kept Garden - Field Music

I won’t hear a word against Dr Chris

Finally someone sticking up for us

Building a town where we can settle down

Once we’ve brushed off this infernal dust

I gather he was a farmer’s boy

I hear he treat his mother and his father right

And when a Tommy needs a home

He’s decided where I should go

He’s picked the rooms a certain size

I can even piss inside

Unless there’s frozen pipes

So la-di-dah to have a lawn

???

miles from everything I’ve ever known

I’ll be keeping my evers green

And the fresh paint on doorstep clean

The best kept garden in Becontree

The way Dr Chris would want it to be

And when the rent man comes around

The grumpy old sod’s going

To beg to shake my hand

He’ll say, «Your roses are divine

Your evergreens precisely regulation size»