Half Man Half Biscuit - Excavating Rita lyrics

When I need you You're only ever twenty-eight away With a tailwind I'm on Shimano Ultegra now, ain't you heard? Through the trauma Jemma Guntrip has failed as a friend Venezuela, Australia, then me But when it's too late for drunks And too early for milkmen Give me the moonlight, give me a spade I've got soil on my fingers I've got worms in my shoes The stench of d**h lingers When I lie next to you I've been allowed about an hour to comprehend That I simply can't walk out the door They've got rules by which I must abide Regulations to keep me secure With a help chute and a carbon monoxide alarm We would still have our Thursday afternoons Consolation in the form of a halogen lamp Dark was the night, cold was the ground When you've got nothing to lose You get worms in your shoes You get the subterranean lovesick blues I'm still your number one fan, I'm your Betterware man I'm still your number one fan, I'm your Betterware man I'm still your number one fan, I'm your Betterware man