(Miles, Marshall)

Pull the damn thing down,
We're gonna build a highway
And either side we'll beautify
With concrete reaching to the sky
Pull the damn thing down,
Soon you won't remember,
As all the people turn their backs
On cobbled stones and chimney stacks
Pull the damn thing down!

They're gonna pull his house down,
They say that it's a slum
No thought for peoples feelings
'Cause progress has to come
The home he's had for sixty years
Is standing in their way,
So they'll find an institution
Where he'll spend his lonely days

Pull the damn thing down,
We're gonna build a highway
And I decide we'll beautify
With concrete reaching to the sky
Pull the damn thing down,
Soon you won't remember,
As all the people turn their backs
On cobbled stones and chimney stacks
Pull the damn thing down!

He's back home for the first time
In nearly twenty years,
With money and position
And wife in mink and furs
Places that he used to know
Before he broke the ties
Are all multi-storey car parks
And he can't believe his eyes

Pull the damn thing down,
We're gonna build a highway
And I decide we'll beautify
With concrete reaching to the sky
Pull the damn thing down,
Soon you won't remember,
As all the people turn their backs
On cobbled stones and chimney stacks
Pull the damn thing down!

People don't want changes
To keep up with the times
Secure in their surroundings
And leading quiet lives
And then the man from London town
Decides to rearrange
And the place that they remember
Will just never be the same

Pull the damn thing down,
We're gonna build a highway
And I decide we'll beautify
With concrete reaching to the sky
Pull the damn thing down,
Soon you won't remember,
As all the people turn their backs
On cobbled stones and chimney stacks
Pull the damn thing down!