歌曲 | National Shite Day |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | CSI: Ambleside |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Pulling the ice axe from my leg | |
I staggered on | |
Spindrift stinging my remaining eye | |
I finally managed to reach the station | |
Only to find that the bus replacement service had broken down | |
After wondering to myself whether it should actually be called a train replacement service | |
I walked out onto the concourse and noticed the giant screen seemed to have been tampered with | |
Probably by a junior employee | |
Disgruntled commuters were being regaled with some dismal TVM | |
Involving a tug-of-love-custody-battle | |
Stockard Channing held sway | |
Down in the High Street somebody careered out of Boots without due care or attention | |
I suggest that they learn some pedestrian etiquette | |
i.e sidle out of the store gingerly | |
Embrace the margin | |
Fat kids with sausage rolls | |
Poor sods conducting polls | |
There’s a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets | |
I try to put everything into perspective | |
Set it against the scale of human suffering | |
And I thought of the Mugabe government | |
And the children of the Calcutta railways | |
This works for a while | |
But then I encounter Primark FM | |
Overhead a rainbow appears | |
In black and white | |
Shite Day | |
I guess this must be National Shite Day | |
This surely must be National Shite Day | |
Don’t tell me, it’s National Shite Day | |
Float… float on | |
Float… float on | |
Barry… Herpes | |
I got a letter from Stringy Bob | |
Still on suicide watch | |
Screws not happy | |
Spotted a Marsh Fritillary during association | |
Was roundly ignored | |
What news you | |
I felt sorry for him | |
He’d only been locked up for public nuisance offences | |
One of which saw him beachcombing the Dee Estuary | |
Found a dead wading bird | |
Took it home, parcelled it up, and sent it off to the rubber-faced irritant Phil Cool | |
With a note inside which read: “Is this your Sanderling?” | |
Another time saw him answering an advert in the music press | |
“Keyboard player required: Doors, Floyd, etc. | |
Must be committed, no time wasters” | |
You can guess the rest | |
I always imagined he would simply wander off some day into the hills | |
To be found months later | |
His carcass stripped by homeless dogs | |
His exposed skull a perch for the quartering crow | |
I folded away the letter and put it in my inside pocket | |
All of a sudden I felt brushed by the wings of something dark | |
May the Lord have mercy on Stringy Bob | |
Shite Day | |
I do believe it’s National Shite Day | |
It all points to National Shite Day | |
Someone’s declared it National Shite Day | |
Shite Day | |
My birthday! On National Shite Day | |
No bogroll, it’s National Shite Day | |
Cue drumroll, it’s National Shite Day |
Pulling the ice axe from my leg | |
I staggered on | |
Spindrift stinging my remaining eye | |
I finally managed to reach the station | |
Only to find that the bus replacement service had broken down | |
After wondering to myself whether it should actually be called a train replacement service | |
I walked out onto the concourse and noticed the giant screen seemed to have been tampered with | |
Probably by a junior employee | |
Disgruntled commuters were being regaled with some dismal TVM | |
Involving a tugoflovecustodybattle | |
Stockard Channing held sway | |
Down in the High Street somebody careered out of Boots without due care or attention | |
I suggest that they learn some pedestrian etiquette | |
i. e sidle out of the store gingerly | |
Embrace the margin | |
Fat kids with sausage rolls | |
Poor sods conducting polls | |
There' s a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets | |
I try to put everything into perspective | |
Set it against the scale of human suffering | |
And I thought of the Mugabe government | |
And the children of the Calcutta railways | |
This works for a while | |
But then I encounter Primark FM | |
Overhead a rainbow appears | |
In black and white | |
Shite Day | |
I guess this must be National Shite Day | |
This surely must be National Shite Day | |
Don' t tell me, it' s National Shite Day | |
Float float on | |
Float float on | |
Barry Herpes | |
I got a letter from Stringy Bob | |
Still on suicide watch | |
Screws not happy | |
Spotted a Marsh Fritillary during association | |
Was roundly ignored | |
What news you | |
I felt sorry for him | |
He' d only been locked up for public nuisance offences | |
One of which saw him beachcombing the Dee Estuary | |
Found a dead wading bird | |
Took it home, parcelled it up, and sent it off to the rubberfaced irritant Phil Cool | |
With a note inside which read: " Is this your Sanderling?" | |
Another time saw him answering an advert in the music press | |
" Keyboard player required: Doors, Floyd, etc. | |
Must be committed, no time wasters" | |
You can guess the rest | |
I always imagined he would simply wander off some day into the hills | |
To be found months later | |
His carcass stripped by homeless dogs | |
His exposed skull a perch for the quartering crow | |
I folded away the letter and put it in my inside pocket | |
All of a sudden I felt brushed by the wings of something dark | |
May the Lord have mercy on Stringy Bob | |
Shite Day | |
I do believe it' s National Shite Day | |
It all points to National Shite Day | |
Someone' s declared it National Shite Day | |
Shite Day | |
My birthday! On National Shite Day | |
No bogroll, it' s National Shite Day | |
Cue drumroll, it' s National Shite Day |
Pulling the ice axe from my leg | |
I staggered on | |
Spindrift stinging my remaining eye | |
I finally managed to reach the station | |
Only to find that the bus replacement service had broken down | |
After wondering to myself whether it should actually be called a train replacement service | |
I walked out onto the concourse and noticed the giant screen seemed to have been tampered with | |
Probably by a junior employee | |
Disgruntled commuters were being regaled with some dismal TVM | |
Involving a tugoflovecustodybattle | |
Stockard Channing held sway | |
Down in the High Street somebody careered out of Boots without due care or attention | |
I suggest that they learn some pedestrian etiquette | |
i. e sidle out of the store gingerly | |
Embrace the margin | |
Fat kids with sausage rolls | |
Poor sods conducting polls | |
There' s a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets | |
I try to put everything into perspective | |
Set it against the scale of human suffering | |
And I thought of the Mugabe government | |
And the children of the Calcutta railways | |
This works for a while | |
But then I encounter Primark FM | |
Overhead a rainbow appears | |
In black and white | |
Shite Day | |
I guess this must be National Shite Day | |
This surely must be National Shite Day | |
Don' t tell me, it' s National Shite Day | |
Float float on | |
Float float on | |
Barry Herpes | |
I got a letter from Stringy Bob | |
Still on suicide watch | |
Screws not happy | |
Spotted a Marsh Fritillary during association | |
Was roundly ignored | |
What news you | |
I felt sorry for him | |
He' d only been locked up for public nuisance offences | |
One of which saw him beachcombing the Dee Estuary | |
Found a dead wading bird | |
Took it home, parcelled it up, and sent it off to the rubberfaced irritant Phil Cool | |
With a note inside which read: " Is this your Sanderling?" | |
Another time saw him answering an advert in the music press | |
" Keyboard player required: Doors, Floyd, etc. | |
Must be committed, no time wasters" | |
You can guess the rest | |
I always imagined he would simply wander off some day into the hills | |
To be found months later | |
His carcass stripped by homeless dogs | |
His exposed skull a perch for the quartering crow | |
I folded away the letter and put it in my inside pocket | |
All of a sudden I felt brushed by the wings of something dark | |
May the Lord have mercy on Stringy Bob | |
Shite Day | |
I do believe it' s National Shite Day | |
It all points to National Shite Day | |
Someone' s declared it National Shite Day | |
Shite Day | |
My birthday! On National Shite Day | |
No bogroll, it' s National Shite Day | |
Cue drumroll, it' s National Shite Day |