Half Man Half Biscuit - Monmore Hare's Running lyrics

Dream therapists Is your lucky number seven By any chance? Do you think I once saw heaven During critical surgery When I walk towards a bright light Can't get a hit? Seems like what you gotta do Is dial a Weller-gram and He'll turn up at your show Quite possibly, acoustically Get up on the stage And declare your band To be a really good band Fine shoes Incredible tunes Have a gla** of Sa** with Paolo Hewitt Flirt with bra** And later rue it Wouldn't it be nice To get home for Neighbours Wouldn't it be nice To play the Albert Hall For ever And ever sh** Sellotape Just don't know where it begins And even when you do It keeps on straying to the side Good quality stationery Never comes to my house In bed again Can't be bothered getting up Swing the lead again I'm just waiting for the man From Camelot Telling me That I've won the Lottery Let's trash The Murder Mystery Weekend Lets stage a couldn't-give-a-thon Summertime's here And I've got no ha**le I could be a goth On a bouncy castle Wouldn't it be nice To call off the Barn Dance Wouldn't it be nice To sabotage the Hot Pot Supper Monmore Hare's Running Monmore Hare's Running Monmore Hare's Running Monmore Hare's Running Monmore Hare's Running Monmore Hare's Running Monmore Hare's Running Monmore Hare's Running