Chorus They're going to build a motorway Through me back garden No one can explain why I came to be chosen They're going to build a motorway They're ripping up the trees Soon the lorries will be zooming through Me cabbages and peas The brother lives in Lilac Grove It's just across the street I've not seen him for weeks We always used to meet And have a pint or two at Paddy Lowes It's just a heap of rubble now The pawn shop's disappeared And so's the barbers where we always used to go Well I dunno These noisey great machines are workin' nonstop And funny things are growin' And it looks as though the bomb's dropped The bulldozers are closin' in now On me back garden No one can explain why I came to be chosen The bulldozers are closin' in They've ripped up all the trees Soon the lorries will be zooming through My cabbages and peas I don't go out much any more Can't find me way around Wind nearly knocks me down There's tunnels underground An' just to get about from place to place Is like a bleedin' steeplechase Day an' night the traffic flows It's best to plug your ears and hold your nose Well, I suppose I'm better off than some, don't think I'm just sour I'm grateful for the grandstand view I'm getting Of the rush hour They've built and eight lane motorway Through me back garden No one can explain Why I came to be chosen They've built an eight lane motorway They've ripped up all the trees now the lorries zoom where once I grew Me cabbages and peas