Half Man Half Biscuit - Third Track Main Camera Four Minutes Lyrics
I got three from each section on the fixed odds couponBut I still don’t want to go to Cuba‘Cos Cuba’s the new destinationCuba’s the new IcelandAnd it’ll be full of Italia Conti rejectsSo no, I don’t want to go to CubaI’d much rather go down to Dorset, with itsWonderful Bulbarrow HillWonderful Bulbarrow Hill, alrightI’ve got fur in my kettle and a film on my teaI’m living in a hard water townBut I don’t let it get me downFar from it…Should any man wish to make himself immortal by painting a picture of wretchedness, then he’d be wasting his time knocking on my door. Maybe go to Mr Galbraith’s over the road. There he is now, look, alone in his polytunnel with his pitiful competition onions, neglected for two weeks in Cuba. A no-rosette situation for Mr Galbraith.Oh he shouldn’t have gone to CubaHe should have just gone down to Dorset with itsWonderful Bulbarrow HillWonderful Bulbarrow HillAhhh…Ahhh…Pots and pansAhhh…Take your coat off or you won’t feel the benefitAhhh…And now I’m going to tell you somethingAhhh…Alright, here we goIf ever an album title was in dire need of an exclamation markIf ever an album title was in dire need of an exclamation markIt surely had to beFrampton Comes AliveFrampton Comes AliveRun for the hillsFrampton Comes AliveOne more timeFrampton Comes Alive
