The Great British Shed

[Verse 1] There’s a palace at the bottom of the garden Past the bins By the state of the art rabbit hutch Where Mum and Dad both go for “just a minute” And somehow vanish for a week Grandad calls his “HQ of operations” Gran calls hers “The Summer Haven” Same cheap timber Same felt roof same old wonky little seat [Chorus] Oh bless the shed Our wooden friend Draft through the door Tea on the bench again From Nottingham to Land’s End We pledge allegiance to the shed Oh Yes. Paint on our jeans Mud on our tread This too is my kingdom (my kingdom) My lovely shed [Verse 2] Dave keeps tools in a dingy little corner Sue’s built a throne out of pallets I once had 10,000 books in mine; a camera crew they sent to film it. One little structure a myriad uses. One’s a darkroom One’s a yoga studio One’s for trains that never leave the track One’s for seeds and secret biscuits And naps in a camping chair out back [Chorus] Oh bless this shed Our wooden friend Draft through the door Tea on the bench again From Lincoln to John o’ Groats’ end We pledge allegiance to the shed Oh yes. Rain on the roof Thoughts in our head This is our freedom (our freedom) Our Great British shed [Bridge] Some dream of castles on the coastline Some dream of yachts in shiny bays We dream of finding that socket spanner We lost in here back in ’98 (hey!) Here’s to the spiders and the seed trays The half-fixed chair The tangled twine If home is where the heart is beating The shed’s the bit that’s all mine [Chorus] So bless this shed Our wooden friend Draft through the door Tea on the bench again From rainy Tuesday to bank-holiday weekend We pledge allegiance to the shed Oh Yes. Mud on our boots Sawdust we shed Long live the nation (our great shed nation) Of British garden sheds