As promised, here is bricks and mortar by Dave and Jeff. If you sing it please credit His Worship and the Pig; that's what they asked me to do.

Bricks and Mortar by His Worship and the Pig

Walk around the town and you'll be shocked at what they've done,
Torn down all the terraces and put up brand new slums,
With wood-look doors and wood-look floors, with plastic and with steel;
It's a pity that the folk who have to live in them are real.

Chorus:
Bricks and mortar, sand and water, concrete, iron and steel,
Bricks and mortar, sons and daughters, things that breathe and feel.
A town can be constructed, but communities are grown;
It takes more than bricks and mortar to make a house a home.

They've stood now for a hundred years in peacetime and in war;
With nothing but a lick o' paint they'd last a hundred more.
With care and ingenuity they'd still be going strong
When the little concrete boxes that they're building now are gone.

I've seen the red brick terraces, the old front doors and sashes
Reduced to heaps of rubble and a pile of smouldering ashes,
And through the smoke I saw the old folk watching from the path,
While unconcerned the workmen burned their future and their past.

And I wonder if they really wanted patios and ponds
Or if they'd prefer the terraces put back where they belong,
And I wonder if some nine to five got lumbered with the task
And never even bothered to get off his arse and ask.

It's the people in the houses, the well to do and poor,
The preacher and the publican, the bloke what lives next door;
The mothers and the lovers and the sisters and the wives,
Make the difference in the end between the living and the live.

It takes more than plans and promises to make a place to live.
It takes more than good intentions, if that's all you've got to give.
'Cause you can't build flesh or feelings, or get blood out of a stone;
It takes more than bricks and mortar to make a house a home.

Scott