歌曲 | Surging out of Convalescence |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | Achtung Bono |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Darts in soap operas, oh, so wrong, oh so wrong | |
No-one’s scoring and there’s too much chat between each throw | |
Worse than this though is when cheers are raised for the bull | |
Granted, bull’s a double and an out, but I know that they don’t | |
Know, therefore | |
I propose | |
No Soap Darts | |
Is your child hyperactive, or is he perhaps a twat? | |
Sometimes I like to watch Wave Rage down on Fistral Beach | |
Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit | |
Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow | |
Strive in vain | |
For they say | |
Few succeed | |
I wrote to the Horse & Hounds | |
To gloat over what I’d done | |
I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system | |
Let’s face it, what’re they going to do? | |
It’s not as if they know where I live | |
And anyway I cut that caper back in 1984 | |
Heartbroken matrons | |
On joyless beds | |
For those whose souls the iron has entered | |
And if I get to Heaven’s gate | |
I’ll doubtless have to wait | |
While St Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk | |
The inside of a Halex Three-Star table-tennis ball | |
Smells much like you’d expect it to |
Darts in soap operas, oh, so wrong, oh so wrong | |
Noone' s scoring and there' s too much chat between each throw | |
Worse than this though is when cheers are raised for the bull | |
Granted, bull' s a double and an out, but I know that they don' t | |
Know, therefore | |
I propose | |
No Soap Darts | |
Is your child hyperactive, or is he perhaps a twat? | |
Sometimes I like to watch Wave Rage down on Fistral Beach | |
Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit | |
Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow | |
Strive in vain | |
For they say | |
Few succeed | |
I wrote to the Horse Hounds | |
To gloat over what I' d done | |
I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system | |
Let' s face it, what' re they going to do? | |
It' s not as if they know where I live | |
And anyway I cut that caper back in 1984 | |
Heartbroken matrons | |
On joyless beds | |
For those whose souls the iron has entered | |
And if I get to Heaven' s gate | |
I' ll doubtless have to wait | |
While St Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk | |
The inside of a Halex ThreeStar tabletennis ball | |
Smells much like you' d expect it to |
Darts in soap operas, oh, so wrong, oh so wrong | |
Noone' s scoring and there' s too much chat between each throw | |
Worse than this though is when cheers are raised for the bull | |
Granted, bull' s a double and an out, but I know that they don' t | |
Know, therefore | |
I propose | |
No Soap Darts | |
Is your child hyperactive, or is he perhaps a twat? | |
Sometimes I like to watch Wave Rage down on Fistral Beach | |
Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit | |
Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow | |
Strive in vain | |
For they say | |
Few succeed | |
I wrote to the Horse Hounds | |
To gloat over what I' d done | |
I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system | |
Let' s face it, what' re they going to do? | |
It' s not as if they know where I live | |
And anyway I cut that caper back in 1984 | |
Heartbroken matrons | |
On joyless beds | |
For those whose souls the iron has entered | |
And if I get to Heaven' s gate | |
I' ll doubtless have to wait | |
While St Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk | |
The inside of a Halex ThreeStar tabletennis ball | |
Smells much like you' d expect it to |