I've got a high class house on the by-pass road Porch and veranda, oh what a grand abode Every inconvenience, enjoy myself I will My front garden's round at the back at the scullery window sill In that Radio Rodeo Hi-de-o Ho-de-o on the old bungalow town You, ought to try living there, it's nowhere near anywhere You walk for miles, it's right out in the wilds And when you see the rain pelting down Your house is afloat, you sink under the road And don't rise again till the gasworks explode In that Radio Rodeo Hi-de-o Ho-de-o on the old bungalow town In that Radio Rodeo Hi-de-o Ho-de-o on the old bungalow town You ought to try living there, it's nowhere near anywhere On the Q. T. Loving couples you'll see, on their honeymoon settling down But the gushing young wives seem to be a bit hot For every week-end different husbands they've got In that Radio Rodeo Hi-de-o Ho-de-o on the old bungalow town In that Radio Rodeo Hi-de-o Ho-de-o on the old bungalow town You, ought to try living there, it's nowhere near anywhere In a bedroom next door a girl lays on The floor doing physical jerks up and down Through a hole in the wall, I take a sly peep end and when she starts Bending I walk in my sleep In that Radio Rodeo Hi-de-o Ho-de-o on the old bungalow town