Half Man Half Biscuit – Bad Review (Guitar)

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Re Our gig at Deptford Abyss

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Who the hell does Jeff Dreadnought think he is?

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Was he even there? - I ask myself, does he even care? - don't kid yourself

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Wait 'till our PR men hear of this.

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It's a bad review; we got a bad review, oh ha

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It's a bad review, what are we gonna do? Oh ha

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I can't walk down the street 'cos other groups I might meet and they'll smirk

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Oh, it's a rum old do is a bad review, oh Lord

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An' my girlfriend's fuming.

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You hacks don't know where it's at;

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You can't appreciate the master of the Strat

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Not that I'm concerned - 'course you're not, your paper's full of crap

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'Course it is, I only read the gig guide anyway.

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We got a bad review, I can't believe it's true, oh Lord

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Well I know what you look like so don't ever come near Stroud

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Page thirty-two, it's a bad review, oh Lord

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My girlfriend's fuming. 

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OK, let's go to chapel.

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Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad review

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Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad review

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The fearsome hollow boom of the older boys in the deep end

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Green shoots of recovery shrivelled up in harsh tomorrows

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Left to pick dry sticks and mumble to myself

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A melancholy emblem of parish cruelty.

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Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad review 

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Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad review 

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Bad review,       bad review,     bad review,     bad review.