Well having looked up the lyrics, I'd be inclined to second Emma B's reading about private housing estates pumped out on a production line, which appear to appeal to a certain peculiarly sterile mindset. One, which actually appears (to my mind in any event, if the estates they've filled my own village with are anything to go by) to be at least as prevalent now as it may have been when origionally writ. Not sure I'd run with the jibe about "doctors and lawyers" though (Cue: "some of my best friends" etc. disclaimer), because these same houses occupants tend to echo Sugarfoot's description of "no books". Even so, I don't find the song unspeakably awful in any way.