Текст песни Half Man Half Biscuit — Friday Night And The Gates Are Low + аккорды для гитары
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[Intro]
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G F G F
When I had my loft converted back into a loft
G F G
The neighbours came around and scoffed and called me retro.
F G F
But they are the type who never used to go to the match
G F G
Until the family thing got big in the late eighties.
C F C F
Dad’s a steward in the stand
C F C F
Brace of comps in his hand.
G F G F
New Men run a crèche while home defeats by Jeunesse D’Esch
G F G
In the Lux Familiar cup are rendered pointless.
C F C F
Stick a burger in my mouth
C F C F
Shove a seat beneath my arse.
C F C F C
Buy the shirt and shorts and socks; win the keeper’s sweaty jocks
F C F Bb Bb
Point a gun down at your foot; am I supposed to be at home?
C G F C C
Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining
G F C
Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend.
G F G F
So you came and went ‘cos on crap three million was spent
G F G
And if Josh wants a five-man tent there must be forfeits.
F G F
Star man said bye-bye and now you’re reaching for the sky
G F G
Sit back, relax and watch us die of entertainment.
C F C F
Fiancée said that it was fun
C F C F
Even though the others won.
C F C F C
I can’t stand any more, ‘cos I can’t stand anymore
F C F Bb Bb
You were blind but you will see – tonight’s attendance one-two-three.
C G F C C
Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining
G F C
Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend.
G F C
Friday night and I just love complaining
G F C Bb C
And no, I haven’t got anything better to do.