Clambering men in big bad boots
Dug up my den, dug up my roots.
Treated us like plasticine town
They build us up and knocked us down.

 

From Meccano to Legoland,
Here they come with a brick in their hand,
Men with heads filled up with sand,
It’s build.

 

Chorus:
It’s build a house where we can stay,
Add a new bit everyday.

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