歌曲 | Albert Hammond Bootleg |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | ACD |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Dragging my guitar round maternity ward | |
I was in search of the umbilical chord | |
But it was all in vain so I jumped on a train | |
And when I reached my home the kids were on the patio | |
Looking quite upset, so I asked them what was wrong | |
And they said: “Beware, there’s an Albert Hammond bootleg in the house in there | |
An Albert Hammond bootleg in the house | |
Some man who introduced himself as Stanley Rous came in | |
And left this Albert Hammond bootleg in the house” | |
Talking to a girl on the south coast of France | |
She was on an 18-30 but I still took a chance | |
But on the last night ‘neath the stars of Marseilles | |
She said that Robin Askwith was funny | |
Oh god how I longed for a dangerous wave | |
So I could surf myself towards an early grave | |
I would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you | |
I hope your plane back home’s a DC10 | |
Oh god how I longed for a dangerous wave | |
So I could surf myself towards an early grave | |
I would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you | |
I hope your plane back home’s a DC10 | |
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh | |
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh | |
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh | |
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh | |
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh | |
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh | |
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh really | |
Out of pure curiosity I dug up Logie Baird | |
And I asked him what petrified forests see | |
To make them all so scared |
Dragging my guitar round maternity ward | |
I was in search of the umbilical chord | |
But it was all in vain so I jumped on a train | |
And when I reached my home the kids were on the patio | |
Looking quite upset, so I asked them what was wrong | |
And they said: " Beware, there' s an Albert Hammond bootleg in the house in there | |
An Albert Hammond bootleg in the house | |
Some man who introduced himself as Stanley Rous came in | |
And left this Albert Hammond bootleg in the house" | |
Talking to a girl on the south coast of France | |
She was on an 1830 but I still took a chance | |
But on the last night ' neath the stars of Marseilles | |
She said that Robin Askwith was funny | |
Oh god how I longed for a dangerous wave | |
So I could surf myself towards an early grave | |
I would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you | |
I hope your plane back home' s a DC10 | |
Oh god how I longed for a dangerous wave | |
So I could surf myself towards an early grave | |
I would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you | |
I hope your plane back home' s a DC10 | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh really | |
Out of pure curiosity I dug up Logie Baird | |
And I asked him what petrified forests see | |
To make them all so scared |
Dragging my guitar round maternity ward | |
I was in search of the umbilical chord | |
But it was all in vain so I jumped on a train | |
And when I reached my home the kids were on the patio | |
Looking quite upset, so I asked them what was wrong | |
And they said: " Beware, there' s an Albert Hammond bootleg in the house in there | |
An Albert Hammond bootleg in the house | |
Some man who introduced himself as Stanley Rous came in | |
And left this Albert Hammond bootleg in the house" | |
Talking to a girl on the south coast of France | |
She was on an 1830 but I still took a chance | |
But on the last night ' neath the stars of Marseilles | |
She said that Robin Askwith was funny | |
Oh god how I longed for a dangerous wave | |
So I could surf myself towards an early grave | |
I would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you | |
I hope your plane back home' s a DC10 | |
Oh god how I longed for a dangerous wave | |
So I could surf myself towards an early grave | |
I would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you | |
I hope your plane back home' s a DC10 | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh | |
Ohohoh ohoh really | |
Out of pure curiosity I dug up Logie Baird | |
And I asked him what petrified forests see | |
To make them all so scared |