Half Man Half Biscuit - Numanoid Hang-glide Lyrics
Please don’t tell me what you think while I tell you aboutThe copse that I retreat to where I’m hemmed in by the LarchWhere nobody can bother me and the voices in my headCease their Dif Juz ramblings for a whileI was best man dead in our road four years on the runAlways chose the same demise, dehydration on a long jogWhere once you wiped away my tears and cleaned my grazed kneesYou hang-glide with the Numanoids and snub my rare diseaseThe one in which I get these silly visions in my mindAnd have to write them all down for the nurseGazza in a Mozzer mask goofing by the poolEating all the Caramacs, howay cemetery gatesI said to Jesus, “How much do you love me?â€He said “This much†and he stretched out his arms and diedAnd I thought to myself: is that a stock reply?Or are there exceptions for the likes of REOSpeedwagonSpeedwagonLa la la la la la la la la laLa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la