Kate Nash

Everybody took everything that they could
And they made a little town out of stones and out of wood,
And they made a little king out of plastercine,
And they threw the rules away but they kept the wisdom in.
And all the birds and the bees lived so peacefully
And all of the babies they slept so gently until...
Red, Little Red.
Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red Little, Little Red came knocking.
Little garden, how do I make your flowers grow,
When I already do everything that I know?
I bring you sunshine and I bring you rain but still you refrain.
All the other gardens are so full of flowers.
They're so colouful, yeah, I spend all these hours
Trying to make you as beautful as them but sti-i-i-il you refrain.
scratch.
scratch
knock, scra-a-atch.
knock, knock, scra-a-a-atch.
Little girl, why are you crying,
Just because the flowers in your garden are dying?
There's so much that you could be doing,
And all of your neighbours,
Well, they haven't got a clue.
Come on with me and we'll have a little fun,
It's not too dangerous, yeah, and we won't hurt anyone.
Yeah, we'll cause some havoc between the birds and the bees,
We'll paint the town red and we'll shake the trees.