Bluebirds sang our favourite tune
That scented summer's afternoon
When the shadows vanish and the flowers swoon
It's her sweet smile what dazzled 'em
By the, er, Hanging Gardens of Basildon
So long Charlene, see ya Shirl'
I'm stronging it with an Essex girl
One of the several wonders of the world
Turn left at Dagenham
For the, er, Hanging Gardens of Basildon
The Red-Wood Forest is a bunch of sticks
The Wall of China is just a pile of bricks
The Pyramids mean less than nix
It's the A-13 I travel on
To the Hanging Gardens...
I beg your pardon?
I said the Hanging Gardens...
The Hanging Gardens of Basildon
- lyrics and recording are © john cooper clarke