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Unofficial Half Man Half Biscuit Lyrics Feed. Handle says 'daily' - don't believe it.
Joined October 2012
Intense, no compromise Nasty evil, cranking up my brain Pain… Howl… She’s gone to Spain with a load of mates from work And I feel cursed and sore, like I’m Thurston Moore-like The darkness in my eyes won’t go away
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And he’d managed to get hold of a Dukla Prague away kit ‘Cos his uncle owned a sports shop and he’d kept it to one side And after only five minutes you’d be down to ten men ‘Cos he’d sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger
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You don’t have a tree And your smile has a fee All the same, here’s a card For your boring facade Jingle Bells, piney smells All the boys and the girls Say it’s cliched To be cynical At Christmas Oh it’s cliched To be cynical At Christmas
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Today I saw her brother Who said she’s with another They’ve gone away together You’d better speak to Heather And so I spoke to Heather At first about the weather And then about her sister And how I really missed her Maybe she could tell her I’ve still got her umbrella
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I am the girl from Deacon Blue, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
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Mariella Frostrup does loads of voiceovers but nothing much else yet she seems to get by
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And he mocked me and taunted me and bragged that he got all the girls So I lashed him on the fire and that was the end of all that
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God gave us life So that we could all play With our mates in the street With the ball that we bought From the shop just last week
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What’s a man supposed to do when lawlessness abounds? When malcontents and footpads are prowling all around? Who are you going to turn to as the victim of a crime? Turn to the best of all McCalliog and His Hens (His Hens) (His Hens)
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That bobbing up and down thing that they do at the Proms
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I’ve got an invitation for A trip around Katharine Hamnett’s warehouse Followed by dinner with David Emanuel Who I can’t wait to tell about my dream In which the almost illegal Elton Welsby Is dressed as a French maid on a moonless byway Licking his lips as he creeps ever closer
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I feel like a beggar accepting alms Then being pelted with figs I study my steadily declining chart placings They greet me with freezing cold inhospitality Hey, where did that bloke go who said I was vital?
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Me and my girl, seal clubbing Me and my girl, out on the ice
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