They think they've moved across a notch
Because they've left the town
But all the village locals
Will still be looking down.
They cannot bring their urban ways
And try to live them here,
They'll have to sort their manners out
Of that you have no fear.
They cannot hope that folk will change
And warmly welcome in
A family who seems so rude
And always make a din.
The Tippens are a household
Who seem so unaware
Their swearing is offensive
So people stop and stare.
They wonder why they're hated,
Why no one stops to chat,
If only we could tell them
But what's the good of that?
They'd only be abusive
And say 'don't interfere
We know you're really saying
That you don't want us here'.
Back to village
