We’ve cleared out the bedrooms, Piled the boxes in the boxroom, Wiped the walls and ceilings, washed the curtains, Let the light in on this gloom. My girlfriend’s pitching in In the bathroom and the kitchen. Doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty, She’s pretty too Downstairs Mr Thomson Of Tindall, White and Thomson Is showing round a couple. I hear him say: “You could knock this wall through” We’ve left out some pictures On the wall in the kitchen Try to create an atmosphere A world in black and white All the men in suit and ties That’s what they did around here I remember Mr Thomson I was friends with his youngest son He used to play 'Desperado' by the Eagles And smoke small cigars It’s a small world we live in We might as well give him The chance to sell this old house Before it falls apart Take it from me it’s a prime opportunity To do what you want to do If you knock it through I can hear him whispering To the couple in the kitchen I’m imagining his next line It’s a steal and it’s a bargain They’ve dropped it twenty thousand To let it go for that would be a crime I pick up a picture Of my mum and dad together My girlfriend puts her hand on mine I think I might propose to her When this is all over Give it just a bit more time Downstairs Mr Thomson Of Tindall, White and Thomson Is banging on about hardstanding And parking out the front Carports and extensions And a room for the children It’s a pebbledashed box with a garden, Mr Thomson And that’s what they want Buy a bath made for two Turn the loft into a bedroom Do whatever you have to do To make it new You can knock it through