Commuterland

Commuterland Our estate is very posh, Executives, and oh by gosh Our Sunday evening cocktails are the thing. Mortgaged to the eye-ball we are, We don't even own our own car, Matter of fact we don't own anything. We're all driving 4X4's, And mine's as twice as big as yours, Every day we drive to kids to school. Ladies luncheons are de rigueur, Then they exercise with vigour, Dipping painted toe- nails in the pool. We do our bit to help the nation, Try to combat the inflation, Knocking back another G&T. We get all our goods on Access, And it is the usual practise Not to actually pay for anything. From the bank we have to borrow - Fund our lifestyle for tomorrow, Louis Vuitton luggage is "tres cher". Golf club, gym, and school fees rising, So you see it's not surprising We can barely pay for the au pair. We're very nicely ticking over, But it's not a bed of clover, Sometime very soon will come the crunch. Not far off the day of reckoning, Bank manager will soon be beckoning, Hope the pension fund will come up trumps!