Field Music - Best Kept Garden Lyrics

Won't hear a word against Doctor Chris
Finally someone's sticking up for us
Building a town, where we can settle down
Once we've brushed off this infernal dust

I got a deal as a farmers boy
I hear Johnny's mother and his father arrived
When a Tommy needs a home
He's decided where I should go
He's picked the rooms to sit inside
I can leave the mess inside
Unless there's frozen pipes

So la-de-da to Havelock
Left my house from everything, I've ever known
I've been keeping my evers green
And the fresh paint, on the doorstep (clean)

Best kept garden in Becontree
The way Doctor Chris would want it to be
When the rent man comes around
The grumpy upstart's gonna beg to shake my hand

He'll say roses are divine
Your evergreens precise
The regulation size