It’s an Artificial Paradise br Here in the Vale Da Plenty br br br Security keeps the peasants out br Unless there’s bins to empty br And shirts to iron br Beds to change br Floors to sweep on Wednesday br br They’ve a Portuguese lady does each week br They think her name’s Miranda br But they’re not sure br They’re always out br At the clubhouse bar veranda br br Ferdinando cuts their grass br And trims their Bougainvillaea br If he trimmed for them br In Tunbridge Wells br Neighbours would fill with envillaea br br They’ve been out here for six months now br They hear that things are grand br With Richard and Rose br At boarding school br In lonely grey England br br Must dash they say we’ve got to play br A four with Bruce and May br A lovely couple br Don’t have kids br But a yacht called Little Ray br br If they’d had kids they’d be so tied br It might have cramped their style br So they play all day br With their Little Ray br It’s like their Little Child br br Oh its lovely here a paradise br They call it Vale Da Plenty br Without their golf br And sun and fun br Their lives would just be empty br br br Martin Swords Sept ’08 br Vale da PintaGramacho br Lagoa Portugalbr br Martin Swordsbr br