Half Man Half Biscuit - Excavating rita

^AWhen I need you you’re only ever twenty-^C#meight away with a tailwind ^DI’m on Shimano Ul^Dmtegra now, ain’t you ^Aheard? Through the trauma Jemma Guntrip has ^C#mfailed as a friend ^DVenezuela, Aus^Dmtralia, then ^Ame.

^EmBut when it’s ^Gtoo late for ^Cdrunks^F and too ^Bbearly for ^Ebmilkmen ^AbGive me the moonlight, give me a ^Cspade. ^FI’ve got ^Csoil on my ^Dmfingers;^Bb I’ve got ^Gworms in my ^Cshoes, ^FThe ^Cstench of death ^Dmlingers^Bb when I lie ^Gnext to ^Cyou, I’ve been al^Flowed about an ^Chour to compre^Dmhend That I ^Bbsimply can’t ^Gwalk out the ^Cdoor They’ve got ^Frules by ^Cwhich I must a^Dmbide; regu^Bblations to ^Gkeep me se^C#cure.^{F C# F}

^AWith a help chute and a carbon mono^C#mxide alarm ^DWe would still have our ^DmThursday after^Anoons Consolation in the form of a ^C#mhalogen lamp ^DDark was the ^Dmnight, cold was the ^Aground.

^EmWhen you’ve got ^Gnothing to ^Close^F you get ^Bbworms in your ^Ebshoes ^AbYou get the subterranean lovesick ^Cblues. ^C7

^FI’m still your number one ^Cfan;^Bb I’m your Betterware ^Fman I’m still your number one ^Cfan;^Bb I’m your Betterware ^Fman I’m still your number one ^Cfan;^Bb I’m your Betterware ^C#man. ^{F C# F}