The planners came to our town
To see what they could do
We’ll smack this place around a bit
Who cares about the view?
We’ll knock it down and mess it around
We’ll sound its final knell
We’ll rip the heart right out of the place
And the locals can go to Hell

Hands off, hands off
They must be on Cloud Nine
The planners they can stick their plan
Right where the sun don’t shine

The planners came to our town
To grab the Market Square
There’s nothing much of value
That ever happens there
The market’s so untidy
We can’t see why the fuss
We’ll make it nice and neat and clean
For boring people like us

Hands off, hands off
They must be on Cloud Nine
The planners they can stick their plan
Right where the sun don’t shine

I don’t care what the planners think
Their plan is plain absurd
Its up to every one of us
To give the loonies the bird
We’ll march, petition and protest
With signatures by the load
And if that doesn’t do the trick
We’ll sit down in the road