Monmore, Hare's Running Songtext / Lyric

Dream therapists

Is your lucky number seven

By any chance?

Do you think I once saw heaven

During critical surgery

When I walk towards a bright light

Can't get a hit?

Seems like what you gotta do

Is dial a Weller-gram and

He'll turn up at your show

Quite possibly, acoustically

Get up on the stage

And declare your band

To be a really good band

Fine shoes

Incredible tunes

Have a glass of Sass with

Paolo Hewitt

Flirt with brass

And later rue it

Wouldn't it be nice

To get home for Neighbours

Wouldn't it be nice

To play the Albert Hall

For ever

And ever



Shit Sellotape

Just don't know where it begins

And even when you do

It keeps on straying to the side

Good quality stationery

Never comes to my house

In bed again

Can't be bothered getting up

Swing the lead again

I'm just waiting for the man

From Camelot

Telling me

That I've won the Lottery

Let's trash

The Murder Mystery Weekend

Lets stage a couldn't-give-a-thon

Summertime's here

And I've got no hassle

I could be a goth

On a bouncy castle

Wouldn't it be nice

To call off the Barn Dance

Wouldn't it be nice

To sabotage the

Hot Pot Supper



Monmore Hare's Running

Monmore Hare's Running

Monmore Hare's Running

Monmore Hare's Running

Monmore Hare's Running

Monmore Hare's Running

Monmore Hare's Running

Monmore Hare's Running