The Snitching Hour

Craft an eye-size hole in the panelling

Just large enough to be mistaken for weathering

Grab a fold-out and a pocket-sized umbrella

Come see a spectacle you won’t find on your aerial

Who needs a novel? There’s new stories just beside outside

Slide in your ghillie suit and in the flowerbeds hang tight

Silently observing all the comings, all the goings

A self-fulfilling saviour taking notes on bad behaviour

Ding, dang, dong! Three strikes for the snitching hour

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour

And thy neighbour loves thee

Not so shifty, think you'll find that that is a twitch

But any slight deviation is crucial for a snitch

Sweaty palms and matted hair, well of course, the sun is beaming

There will be infiltrators, that’s not down to us to contemplate

Shivering just like a dog that’s shitting evidence

Let’s all play Smiley, live out infantile fantasies

Subliminal encouragement to be the boon this state deserves

Well, who'd have thought it? If you see it, say it, it is sorted

Ding, dang dong! Three strikes for the snitching hour

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour

And thy neighbour loves thee

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour

And thy neighbour loves thee

It's the season of the squealer

All-knowing, telling revealer

From day dot, they'll have you yelling

Listening and telling

It's the season of the squealer

All-knowing, telling revealer

From day dot, they'll have you yelling

Listening and telling

It's the season of the squealer

All-knowing, telling revealer

From day dot, they'll have you yelling

Listening and telling

It's the season of the squealer

All-knowing, telling revealer

From day dot, they'll have you yelling

Listening and telling

It's the season of the squealer

All-knowing, telling revealer

From day dot, they'll have you yelling

Listening and telling

It's the season of the squealer

All-knowing, telling revealer

From day dot, they'll have you yelling

Listening and telling

It's the season of the squealer

All-knowing, telling revealer

From day dot, they'll have you yelling

Listening and telling

It's the season of the squealer

All-knowing, telling revealer

From day dot, they'll have you yelling

I say

"Ding, dang, ding, dang, ding, dang, ding, dang"

Eight strikes for the snitching hour

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour

And thy neighbour loves thee, thee, thee, thee, thee, thee, thee

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour