歌曲 | We Built This Village on a Trad. Arr. Tune |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | Achtung Bono |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
And in the scout hut debate still rages on | |
The most dangerous junction in Christendom | |
And Cathy Staniforth’s milk bank opens soon | |
Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
Ma-ma-maroon was the colour of my true love’s hair | |
She’s got a cross-stitch exhibition over there | |
A spate of pan fires isn’t going to happen round here | |
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
Ain’t no local groups called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
No narky young upstarts called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
‘Cos we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
With wattle and daub ‘neath a silvry moon | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas Play | |
It’s called “Roll The Square Arthur” and mind what you say | |
It’s a cricketing farce with a thickening plot | |
Act One, Scene One – Brenda Blethyn gets shot | |
Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
Oh the Mummers, the Papas | |
The Best Of The Coppers | |
Anyone can join in so I discarded my jeans | |
And played wine-maddened Pentheus, the King of Thebes | |
And some Bloomsbury peripheral said I had the best line | |
Check your sheds, check your sheds, I think I’ve lost my mind! | |
Oh we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
There’s a Sword Dance every twenty-seventh of June | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune |
And in the scout hut debate still rages on | |
The most dangerous junction in Christendom | |
And Cathy Staniforth' s milk bank opens soon | |
Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
Mamamaroon was the colour of my true love' s hair | |
She' s got a crossstitch exhibition over there | |
A spate of pan fires isn' t going to happen round here | |
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
Ain' t no local groups called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
No narky young upstarts called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
' Cos we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
With wattle and daub ' neath a silvry moon | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas Play | |
It' s called " Roll The Square Arthur" and mind what you say | |
It' s a cricketing farce with a thickening plot | |
Act One, Scene One Brenda Blethyn gets shot | |
Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
Oh the Mummers, the Papas | |
The Best Of The Coppers | |
Anyone can join in so I discarded my jeans | |
And played winemaddened Pentheus, the King of Thebes | |
And some Bloomsbury peripheral said I had the best line | |
Check your sheds, check your sheds, I think I' ve lost my mind! | |
Oh we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
There' s a Sword Dance every twentyseventh of June | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune |
And in the scout hut debate still rages on | |
The most dangerous junction in Christendom | |
And Cathy Staniforth' s milk bank opens soon | |
Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
Mamamaroon was the colour of my true love' s hair | |
She' s got a crossstitch exhibition over there | |
A spate of pan fires isn' t going to happen round here | |
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
Ain' t no local groups called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
No narky young upstarts called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
' Cos we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
With wattle and daub ' neath a silvry moon | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas Play | |
It' s called " Roll The Square Arthur" and mind what you say | |
It' s a cricketing farce with a thickening plot | |
Act One, Scene One Brenda Blethyn gets shot | |
Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
Oh the Mummers, the Papas | |
The Best Of The Coppers | |
Anyone can join in so I discarded my jeans | |
And played winemaddened Pentheus, the King of Thebes | |
And some Bloomsbury peripheral said I had the best line | |
Check your sheds, check your sheds, I think I' ve lost my mind! | |
Oh we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
There' s a Sword Dance every twentyseventh of June | |
We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune |