Lord Hereford's Knob Songtext
von Half Man Half Biscuit

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


For you I'd waive expenses, to try and help you out
For your beauty influences the landscape hereabouts
Look up my betrothed at Three Cocks
Be sure she′ll see you right
While I go up to Yorkshire, and there avenge your plight
Soon reports were filtering through to me
The pair were drowning in bliss
I can′t recall having ever been cuckolded quite like this
I gave up hope ironically for Lent
Come see me living in a bivvie
If you're ever up Pen-y-Ghent


Although upon reflection I′ve been a trifle green
I still think with affection on everything that's been
So prepare that fatted calf
And string up the bunting gay
Your brisk and bonny ploughboy is coming home today
And tonight he′ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob
Tonight he′ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob
On touching the trig point, I found my thrill
To the east Brokeback Mountain, to the west, Benny Hill
I'll give you the grid ref, you might like to go
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Could this be heaven, would that be the Severn
Twmpa, Twmpa, you′re gonna need a jumper
It gets a bit chilly on top of Lord Hereford′s Knob
Tonight he'll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford′s Knob
All of our songs sound the same
Tonight he'll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford′s Knob
I'm keeping Two Chevrons Apart
Tonight he′ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob
You're the reason why paradise lost
Tonight he′ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford′s Knob