... has landed. As good as expected and with numerous hidden gems waiting to be uncovered as each play progresses.
In celebration here are two (count 'em) HMHB Lyrics of the Day.
Firstly the wonderful Carry On Biscuiting, double entendre that is 'Lord Hereford's Knob':
"As I camped out one evening to take the midnight air,
I heard a maiden grieving from somewhere over there,
Who is it you are mourning, for whom do you wear grey,
She said 'I pine for no one, I just can’t pay my way.
Ever since the chattering classes invaded Hebden Bridge,
And priced the likes of me and mine to the pots of the Pennine Ridge
To South East Wales I was forced to flee, and now I have no job.
That’s why tonight I’m sitting on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob'"
Secondly, from 'Petty Sessions':
"I ring up Dial-A-Pizza
I ring up Dial-A-Pizza
I ring up Dial-A-Pizza
And say, 'That’s not how I would spell “Hawaiian'".
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It is, unsurprisingly, a triumph. National Shite Day is quite possibly my favourite HMHB track of all time.
A tough call but I reckon it is certainly in my top 5.
It is a tough call and besides, I forgot Lark Descending, if only for the line "I could have been like Lou Barlow, but I'm more like Ken Barlow"
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