歌曲 | Lord Hereford's Knob |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | CSI: Ambleside |
As I camped out one evening to take the midnight air | |
I heard a maiden grieving from somewhere over there | |
Who is it you are mourning | |
For whom do you wear grey | |
She said I pine for no one, I just can’t pay my way | |
Ever since the chattering classes invaded Hebden Bridge | |
And priced the likes of me and mine | |
To the pots of the Pennine Ridge | |
To South East Wales I was forced to flee | |
And now I have no job | |
That’s why tonight I’m sitting on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob | |
For you I’d waive expenses, to try and help you out | |
For your beauty influences the landscape hereabouts | |
Look up my betrothed at Three Cocks | |
Be sure she’ll see you right | |
While I go up to Yorkshire, and there avenge your plight | |
Soon reports were filtering through to me | |
The pair were drowning in bliss | |
I can’t recall having ever been cuckolded quite like this | |
I gave up hope ironically for Lent | |
Come see me living in a bivvie | |
If you’re ever up Pen-y-Ghent | |
Although upon reflection I’ve been a trifle green | |
I still think with affection on everything that’s been | |
So prepare that fatted calf | |
And string up the bunting gay | |
Your brisk and bonny ploughboy is coming home today | |
And tonight he’ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob | |
Tonight he’ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob | |
On touching the trig point, I found my thrill | |
To the east Brokeback Mountain, to the west, Benny Hill | |
I’ll give you the grid ref, you might like to go | |
SO224350 | |
Could this be heaven, would that be the Severn | |
Twmpa, Twmpa, you’re gonna need a jumper | |
It gets a bit chilly on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob | |
Tonight he’ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob | |
All of our songs sound the same | |
Tonight he’ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob | |
I’m keeping Two Chevrons Apart | |
Tonight he’ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob | |
You’re the reason why paradise lost | |
Tonight he’ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob |
As I camped out one evening to take the midnight air | |
I heard a maiden grieving from somewhere over there | |
Who is it you are mourning | |
For whom do you wear grey | |
She said I pine for no one, I just can' t pay my way | |
Ever since the chattering classes invaded Hebden Bridge | |
And priced the likes of me and mine | |
To the pots of the Pennine Ridge | |
To South East Wales I was forced to flee | |
And now I have no job | |
That' s why tonight I' m sitting on top of Lord Hereford' s Knob | |
For you I' d waive expenses, to try and help you out | |
For your beauty influences the landscape hereabouts | |
Look up my betrothed at Three Cocks | |
Be sure she' ll see you right | |
While I go up to Yorkshire, and there avenge your plight | |
Soon reports were filtering through to me | |
The pair were drowning in bliss | |
I can' t recall having ever been cuckolded quite like this | |
I gave up hope ironically for Lent | |
Come see me living in a bivvie | |
If you' re ever up PenyGhent | |
Although upon reflection I' ve been a trifle green | |
I still think with affection on everything that' s been | |
So prepare that fatted calf | |
And string up the bunting gay | |
Your brisk and bonny ploughboy is coming home today | |
And tonight he' ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford' s Knob | |
Tonight he' ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford' s Knob | |
On touching the trig point, I found my thrill | |
To the east Brokeback Mountain, to the west, Benny Hill | |
I' ll give you the grid ref, you might like to go | |
SO224350 | |
Could this be heaven, would that be the Severn | |
Twmpa, Twmpa, you' re gonna need a jumper | |
It gets a bit chilly on top of Lord Hereford' s Knob | |
Tonight he' ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford' s Knob | |
All of our songs sound the same | |
Tonight he' ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford' s Knob | |
I' m keeping Two Chevrons Apart | |
Tonight he' ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford' s Knob | |
You' re the reason why paradise lost | |
Tonight he' ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford' s Knob |