Half Man Half Biscuit - Bad Review Lyrics
Re: Our gig at Deptford AbyssWho the hell does Jeff Dreadnought think he is?Was he even there? (I ask myself)Does he even care? (don’t kid yourself)Wait ’til our PR men hear of thisIt’s a bad review, we got a bad review …oh LordIt’s a bad review – wotta we gonna do? …oh LordI can’t walk down the street ‘cos other groups I might meet, and they’ll smirkOh, it’s a rum old do, is a bad review …oh LordAnd my girlfriend’s fumingYou hacks don’t know where it’s atYou can’t appreciate the master of the StratNot that I’m concerned (‘course you’re not)Your paper’s full of crap (‘course it is)I only read the gig guide anywayIt’s a bad review, a b-b-b-bad review …oh LordWe got a bad review, I can’t believe its true …oh LordWell I know what you look like, so don’t ever come near Stroud,Page 32, it’s a bad review …oh LordMy girlfriend’s fumingOK – let’s go to chapelOo-oo – what’s to do? It’s a bad reviewOo-oo – what’s to do? It’s a bad reviewThe fearsome hollow boom of the older boys in the deep endThe green shoots of recovery shrivelled up in harsh tomorrowsLeft to pick dry sticks and mumble to myselfA melancholy emblem of parish cruelty
