Half Man Half Biscuit Half Hearted

Half Man Half Biscuit Half Hearted

Ah yes. Why spend time typing up the lyrics to Half Man Half Biscuit songs? Because they are gems like no other. We celebrate British bands and artists for seminal musical works (think Bowie or Elvis Costello) and, unless you happen to know the late John Peel's inside leg measurement or you were enlightened as a student, the majesty, wit and sheer intelligence of the HMHB opus is ignored. Shame, shame, shame.


Over the years a number of web sites have recorded some lyrics and a multitude of research notes for the songs [see the excellent www.hmhb.co.uk]. The latter are invaluable to understanding the wide ranging and often obscure historical references. The former are a mixed bag, with only a few songs listed.


So what started out as a full hearted attempt by me to record the lyrics so my sister could understand the songs has developed into a blog post and a project to educate the half-hearted masses and to provide a definitive song list with lyrics.

They'll be other crap on here too such as my own songs "Progressive Dads", "People called Wilson", "Blog-proof iPod", "Armchair Expert" and "Holistically Challenged"- I need to finish writing them first :)

"...Baby I'm from the Wirral Peninsula.
A merciless despot with nothing to lose"

Monkey Man, June 2007

Please note that all lyrics are mostly my interpretation and are presented here to assist you in understanding the songs. They are the copyright of others.

You should also pay a visit to www.chrisrand.com/hmhb/ for HMHB lyrics - a superb site with a superb range of listings

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

Dickie davies Eye

Mention the Lord Of The Rings just once more and I’ll more than likely kill you

More cock, more cock, Michael Moorcock you fervently moan

Is this a wok that you shove down my throat or are you just pleased to see me?

Brian Moore’s head looks uncannily like London Planetarium

And all the people who you romantically

Like to still believe are alive are dead

So I’ll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair

As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall

God, I could murder a Cadbury’s Flake but then I guess you wouldn’t let me into heaven?

Or maybe you would, ‘cos their adverts promote oral sex

A Romany bint in a field with her paints, suggesting we faint at her beauty

But she’s got Dickie Davies eyes

And all the people who you romantically

Like to still believe are alive are dead

So I’ll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair

As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall

And all the people who you romantically

Like to still believe are alive are dead

So I’ll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair

As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall

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