Sleepy Hollow Lyrics

Up the hill and down the valley,
Where the little houses grow,
Woodlands make a skittle alley,
For the nouveau puppet show.

Badgers Dell and Sleepy Hollow,
Bullshit street with bullshit name,
Ticky Tacky hard to swallow,
Little boxes all the same...

So run, rabbit, run,
Hide from the midnight sun...
And we are
Coming round
And going round and
Coming round again

Now we're country living folk,
There's no need for a day return,
Miss the joke, stay home and poke
Dried flowers in our butter churn.

Four wheel drive for shopping trips,
We're out of towners, through and through,
We can give the local hicks
Someone that they can look up to...