- Jul 7, 2003
- 47,514
We've made a song
We'd like to say
Your ground won't see
The light of day
Don't want Falmer
Don't want Falmer
Don't want Falmer
Don't want Falmer
(Repeat)
We are the NIMBYs
Of Falmer green
We think our home's
A postcard scene
A tranquil slice
Of English heaven
(We'll quietly forget
The A27)
(Don't want Falmer....etc)
We've got a pond
With ducks that swim
(Although the green slime
And rats are grim)
We're really concerned
You'll spoil our vision
And don't even mention
Bat-vehicle collision
(Don't want Falmer....etc)
We shield our homes
With iron bars
We even hate
The students' cars
Those football thugs
Who think they're hard
Should go anywhere
But our back yard
(Don't want Falmer...etc)
So if you're not
From round these parts
You enter our village
With fear in your hearts
We'd really like
Our own Berlin Wall
So nobody else
Could come here at all
No student scroungers
No football scum
No hooligan kids
No single mums
No foreign types
No refugees
No Trisha fans
No Labour MPs
(Don't want Falmer...etc)
Cos then we'd be safe
To lead our lives
With plenty of room
For our four wheel drives
We drive our kids
Ten metres to school
We marry our sisters
To keep the gene pool
Dear Mr Two Jags
Please hear our shout
And keep all the scary
Strangers out
We know our excuses
Are lame and thin
But if you upset us
We'll keep Baker in
So give them a ground
It can't be that hard
Just anywhere but
In Our Back Yard.
(Don't want Falmer...etc)
We'd like to say
Your ground won't see
The light of day
Don't want Falmer
Don't want Falmer
Don't want Falmer
Don't want Falmer
(Repeat)
We are the NIMBYs
Of Falmer green
We think our home's
A postcard scene
A tranquil slice
Of English heaven
(We'll quietly forget
The A27)
(Don't want Falmer....etc)
We've got a pond
With ducks that swim
(Although the green slime
And rats are grim)
We're really concerned
You'll spoil our vision
And don't even mention
Bat-vehicle collision
(Don't want Falmer....etc)
We shield our homes
With iron bars
We even hate
The students' cars
Those football thugs
Who think they're hard
Should go anywhere
But our back yard
(Don't want Falmer...etc)
So if you're not
From round these parts
You enter our village
With fear in your hearts
We'd really like
Our own Berlin Wall
So nobody else
Could come here at all
No student scroungers
No football scum
No hooligan kids
No single mums
No foreign types
No refugees
No Trisha fans
No Labour MPs
(Don't want Falmer...etc)
Cos then we'd be safe
To lead our lives
With plenty of room
For our four wheel drives
We drive our kids
Ten metres to school
We marry our sisters
To keep the gene pool
Dear Mr Two Jags
Please hear our shout
And keep all the scary
Strangers out
We know our excuses
Are lame and thin
But if you upset us
We'll keep Baker in
So give them a ground
It can't be that hard
Just anywhere but
In Our Back Yard.
(Don't want Falmer...etc)
