Third Track Main Camera Four Minutes Songtext / Lyric

I got three from each section on the fixed odds coupon

But I still don't want to go to Cuba

'Cos Cuba's the new destination

Cuba's the new Iceland

And it'll be full of Italia Conti rejects

So no, I don't want to go to Cuba

I'd much rather go down to Dorset, with its

Wonderful Bulbarrow Hill

Wonderful Bulbarrow Hill, alright



I've got fur in my kettle and a film on my tea

I'm living in a hard water town

But I don't let it get me down



Far from it…

Should any man wish to make himself immortal by painting a picture of wretchedness, then he'd be wasting his time knocking on my door. Maybe go to Mr Galbraith's over the road. There he is now, look, alone in his polytunnel with his pitiful competition onions, neglected for two weeks in Cuba. A no-rosette situation for Mr Galbraith.






Oh he shouldn't have gone to Cuba

He should have just gone down to Dorset with its

Wonderful Bulbarrow Hill

Wonderful Bulbarrow Hill



Ahhh…

Ahhh…

Pots and pans

Ahhh…

Take your coat off or you won't feel the benefit

Ahhh…

And now I'm going to tell you something

Ahhh…

Alright, here we go

If ever an album title was in dire need of an exclamation mark

If ever an album title was in dire need of an exclamation mark

It surely had to be

Frampton Comes Alive

Frampton Comes Alive

Run for the hills

Frampton Comes Alive

One more time

Frampton Comes Alive