Half Man Half Biscuit - Tyrolean Knockabout Lyrics
I’ve been strolling down my favourite laneAnd I’ve been bowling my left-arm occasionals againLife gets sweeter the more that I understandThe flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this landMonday morning the field paths are calling my nameNo storm warning is going to stop me setting out againYou could join meMy flask is full to the brimAnd let’s face it it beats skulking round the seven-inch import section with himI’m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with songA drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble alongLet’s hear it for the brakeman, without him I’d have to find more wordsYodelay-ee-hooI’ve been goading D-list Paul Ross for a laughBy unloading outside what he would call his “gaffâ€Old fridge-freezersDoors all removed like we’re toldHis face at the window on waking a sight to beholdI’m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with songA drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble alongLet’s hear it for the brakeman, without him I’d have to find more wordsYodelay-ee-hoo