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The Garden City of Milton Keynes
I will arise and go now, and go to Milton Keynes,
And a small town house buy there, of brick and breezeblock made,
Patio decking I will have, and a line for a row of jeans
And there I’ll live with Jennifer, little Ben and Jade.
And I shall have a lease there of nine and ninety years,
A storeman’s post in Comet on an out-of-town estate,
And peace will be the Bendix and the Hoover on the stairs,
And peace the Mr. Whippy’s song beyond the garden gate.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the Black & Decker and the Flymo call to me
While I stand in the peatbog or by the ocean grey,
I hear them on the radio and see them on TV.