Testo Uffington Wassail - Half Man Half Biscuit
Testo della canzone Uffington Wassail (Half Man Half Biscuit), tratta dall'album Trouble Over Bridgewater
Oh say I'm not the only one to fill with trepidation
Walking across the forecourts of the fire station
My wariness consumes me and still protects me from
The dimmer switch and the membership of Britannia Music Club
I adventured for a fortnight in the valley of the Rhone
Defied capricious mistrals on which tragedies are blown
Dismounting at the roadside to lubricate my chain
I heard the hounds of retribution barking their refrain
Let's go the Met bar and cause an altercation
Let's go the Groucho and snap at rakish heels
For a month I went all floppy just to see where I'd end up
The morgue was my considered guess or maybe Martinique
The stern grind of reality however took its course
I stayed exactly where I was and suffered endless felts
Because you had a daughter and chose to call her Rain
Because you didn't indicate to go down Woodchurch Lane
Your am-dram class has been postponed indefinitely
'Cause the root of Jesse's just turned up in glorious majesty
Singing sealed not society let's see you try and do this one
Luton Town Millwall 1985
Hand me down my silver trumpet sound the revolution bell
There's a share in personator rising up in Israel
Lank low Jordians, we've got all your addresses
Lazy greedy farmers, pick your own strawberries
Is the harphone ringing or is it on the telly?
Let's do the Bongo Lays 22nd album!
Hey! Shleidy you're my downhill lady
Hey! Shleidy you're the queen of slopes
Hey! Shleidy you're my downhill lady
Hey! Shleidy you're the queen of slopes
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Writer(s): Nigel Blackwell, Neil Howard Crossley
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