| 歌曲 | Bad Review |
| 歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| 专辑 | Voyage To The Bottom Of The Road |
| Re: Our gig at Deptford Abyss | |
| Who the hell does Jeff Dreadnought think he is? | |
| Was he even there? (I ask myself) | |
| Does he even care? (don’t kid yourself) | |
| Wait ’til our PR men hear of this | |
| It’s a bad review, we got a bad review …oh Lord | |
| It’s a bad review – wotta we gonna do? …oh Lord | |
| I can’t walk down the street ‘cos other groups I might meet, and they’ll smirk | |
| Oh, it’s a rum old do, is a bad review …oh Lord | |
| And my girlfriend’s fuming | |
| You hacks don’t know where it’s at | |
| You can’t appreciate the master of the Strat | |
| Not that I’m concerned (‘course you’re not) | |
| Your paper’s full of crap (‘course it is) | |
| I only read the gig guide anyway | |
| It’s a bad review, a b-b-b-bad review …oh Lord | |
| We got a bad review, I can’t believe its true …oh Lord | |
| Well I know what you look like, so don’t ever come near Stroud, | |
| Page 32, it’s a bad review …oh Lord | |
| My girlfriend’s fuming | |
| OK – let’s go to chapel | |
| Oo-oo – what’s to do? It’s a bad review | |
| Oo-oo – what’s to do? It’s a bad review | |
| The fearsome hollow boom of the older boys in the deep end | |
| The green shoots of recovery shrivelled up in harsh tomorrows | |
| Left to pick dry sticks and mumble to myself | |
| A melancholy emblem of parish cruelty |
| Re: Our gig at Deptford Abyss | |
| Who the hell does Jeff Dreadnought think he is? | |
| Was he even there? I ask myself | |
| Does he even care? don' t kid yourself | |
| Wait ' til our PR men hear of this | |
| It' s a bad review, we got a bad review oh Lord | |
| It' s a bad review wotta we gonna do? oh Lord | |
| I can' t walk down the street ' cos other groups I might meet, and they' ll smirk | |
| Oh, it' s a rum old do, is a bad review oh Lord | |
| And my girlfriend' s fuming | |
| You hacks don' t know where it' s at | |
| You can' t appreciate the master of the Strat | |
| Not that I' m concerned ' course you' re not | |
| Your paper' s full of crap ' course it is | |
| I only read the gig guide anyway | |
| It' s a bad review, a bbbbad review oh Lord | |
| We got a bad review, I can' t believe its true oh Lord | |
| Well I know what you look like, so don' t ever come near Stroud, | |
| Page 32, it' s a bad review oh Lord | |
| My girlfriend' s fuming | |
| OK let' s go to chapel | |
| Oooo what' s to do? It' s a bad review | |
| Oooo what' s to do? It' s a bad review | |
| The fearsome hollow boom of the older boys in the deep end | |
| The green shoots of recovery shrivelled up in harsh tomorrows | |
| Left to pick dry sticks and mumble to myself | |
| A melancholy emblem of parish cruelty |