歌曲 | Tyrolean Knockabout |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | Cammell Laird Social Club |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I’ve been strolling down my favourite lane | |
And I’ve been bowling my left-arm occasionals again | |
Life gets sweeter the more that I understand | |
The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land | |
Monday morning the field paths are calling my name | |
No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again | |
You could join me | |
My flask is full to the brim | |
And let’s face it it beats skulking round the seven-inch import section with him | |
I’m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song | |
A drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble along | |
Let’s hear it for the brakeman, without him I’d have to find more words | |
Yodelay-ee-hoo | |
I’ve been goading D-list Paul Ross for a laugh | |
By unloading outside what he would call his “gaff” | |
Old fridge-freezers | |
Doors all removed like we’re told | |
His face at the window on waking a sight to behold | |
I’m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song | |
A drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble along | |
Let’s hear it for the brakeman, without him I’d have to find more words | |
Yodelay-ee-hoo |
I' ve been strolling down my favourite lane | |
And I' ve been bowling my leftarm occasionals again | |
Life gets sweeter the more that I understand | |
The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land | |
Monday morning the field paths are calling my name | |
No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again | |
You could join me | |
My flask is full to the brim | |
And let' s face it it beats skulking round the seveninch import section with him | |
I' m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song | |
A drink and a fourhanded reel as I ramble along | |
Let' s hear it for the brakeman, without him I' d have to find more words | |
Yodelayeehoo | |
I' ve been goading Dlist Paul Ross for a laugh | |
By unloading outside what he would call his " gaff" | |
Old fridgefreezers | |
Doors all removed like we' re told | |
His face at the window on waking a sight to behold | |
I' m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song | |
A drink and a fourhanded reel as I ramble along | |
Let' s hear it for the brakeman, without him I' d have to find more words | |
Yodelayeehoo |
I' ve been strolling down my favourite lane | |
And I' ve been bowling my leftarm occasionals again | |
Life gets sweeter the more that I understand | |
The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land | |
Monday morning the field paths are calling my name | |
No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again | |
You could join me | |
My flask is full to the brim | |
And let' s face it it beats skulking round the seveninch import section with him | |
I' m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song | |
A drink and a fourhanded reel as I ramble along | |
Let' s hear it for the brakeman, without him I' d have to find more words | |
Yodelayeehoo | |
I' ve been goading Dlist Paul Ross for a laugh | |
By unloading outside what he would call his " gaff" | |
Old fridgefreezers | |
Doors all removed like we' re told | |
His face at the window on waking a sight to behold | |
I' m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song | |
A drink and a fourhanded reel as I ramble along | |
Let' s hear it for the brakeman, without him I' d have to find more words | |
Yodelayeehoo |