| Song | The Sound Of The Suburbs |
| Artist | The Members |
| Album | No Thanks! The '70s Punk Rebellion |
| Same old boring Sunday morning old mans out washing the car, | |
| Mums in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner her best meal moaning while it lasts | |
| Johnnys upstairs in his bedroom sitting in the dark, | |
| Annoying the neighbours with his punk rock electric guitar, | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| Every Lousy Monday Morning Heathrow jets goes crashing over my home, | |
| Ten O'clock Broadmoor siren driving me mad won't leave me alone, | |
| The woman next door just sits and stares outside, | |
| She hasn't come out once ever since her husband died, | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| Youth club Group used to want to be free, | |
| Now they want anarchy, | |
| They play too fast, they play out of tune, | |
| They practise in the singers bedroom, | |
| The Drums quite good the bass is too loud, | |
| And I can't hear the words. | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| Saturday morning family shoppers crowding out, the centre of town, | |
| Young blokes sitting on the benches shouting at the young girls walking around, | |
| Johnny stands there at his window looking at the night, | |
| I said, hey what you listening to there's nothing there (that's right) | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs |
| Same old boring Sunday morning old mans out washing the car, | |
| Mums in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner her best meal moaning while it lasts | |
| Johnnys upstairs in his bedroom sitting in the dark, | |
| Annoying the neighbours with his punk rock electric guitar, | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| Every Lousy Monday Morning Heathrow jets goes crashing over my home, | |
| Ten O' clock Broadmoor siren driving me mad won' t leave me alone, | |
| The woman next door just sits and stares outside, | |
| She hasn' t come out once ever since her husband died, | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| Youth club Group used to want to be free, | |
| Now they want anarchy, | |
| They play too fast, they play out of tune, | |
| They practise in the singers bedroom, | |
| The Drums quite good the bass is too loud, | |
| And I can' t hear the words. | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| Saturday morning family shoppers crowding out, the centre of town, | |
| Young blokes sitting on the benches shouting at the young girls walking around, | |
| Johnny stands there at his window looking at the night, | |
| I said, hey what you listening to there' s nothing there that' s right | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs | |
| This is the Sound, | |
| This is the Sound of the Suburbs |