On a typically English day When the man in the street always has his say On a terraced house with no yard A couple of people are playing cards And the street outside is a dance hall floor of the lunatic brigade To help compensate the profits and the losses of the men who'd been self made And she says maybe we should leave this place And she says watch out I've trumped your ace And they put the cards back and quietly turn away And they both have a doze on a typically English day
And on a typically English night When the announcer on the telly hopes that we're alright On a terraced house with thatched roof A couple of people are hoping for truth Because it's getting colder and they're both aware That their health is getting poor And a man in a sports jacket on the TV Was saying something about the war And he says if I wasn't confined to this bed I'd pick up my pistol and go and teach the reds And she says "I know dear" and quietly turns off the light And they both have a doze on a typically English night
And on a typically English day When the baying of the hounds keeps the fallout at bay On a terraced house with no yard A couple of people are finding it hard But he says they can drop all the bombs they like just as long as I've got you So lay down next to me, hold my hand, lets make love like we used to do And damn this gout, and damn this leg I really want to have you and I ain't got time to beg So the fire storm slowly came their way So lets leave them to cry on a typically English day.