Текст песни Half Man Half Biscuit — Uffington Wassail + аккорды для гитары
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[Intro]
E A E (x6)
E A E
Oh say I’m not the only one to fill with trepidation
A E
Walking across the forecourt of the fire station
A E
My wariness consumes me, yet still protects me from
A E E A E (x2)
The dimmer switch and the membership of Britannia Music Club.
A E
I adventured for a fortnight in the valley of the Rhone
A E
Defied capricious mistrals on which tragedies are blown
A E
Dismounting at the roadside to lubricate my chain
A E
I heard the hounds of retribution barking their refrain:
Let’s go the Met Bar, and cause an altercation
E A E (x8)
Let’s go the Groucho, and snap at rakish heels.
A E
For a month I went all floppy just to see where I’d end up
A E
The morgue was my considered guess, or maybe Martinique
A E
The stern grind of reality however took its course
A E E A E
I stayed exactly where I was and suffered endless Feltz.
A E
Because you had a daughter and chose to call her Raine
A E
Because you didn’t indicate to go down Woodchurch Lane
A E
Your Am-Dram class had been postponed indefinitely
A E
‘Cos the root of Jesse’s just turned up in glorious majesty.
Singing “Sealed Knot Society, let’s see you try and do this one:
E A E (x4)
Luton Town: Millwall, nineteen eighty-five”.
B
Hand me down my silver trumpets, sound the revolution bell
E A E (x2)
There’s a Cher impersonator rising up in Israel.
A E
Late Lunch audience: we’ve got all your addresses
A E
Lazy greedy farmers: pick your own strawberries
A E
Is that our phone ringing or is it on the telly?
Let’s do the bongo-laced twenty-second album!
E A E
Vreni Schneider, you’re my downhill lady
A E
Vreni Schneider, you’re the queen of the slopes
A E
Vreni Schneider, you’re my downhill lady
A E
Vreni Schneider, you’re the queen of the slopes.