Half Man Half Biscuit Multitude
When I wade across the Jordan I’ll be shining
For I know the one I love is over there
From the straight and narrow path I’ve often wandered
But every time he puts me back on course
Guide me then to where the fields of lambs are bleating
Where the tiger soothes the baby kangaroo
Where the Transit full of Keith
In the sidestreets has no beef
With Elgin, Nairn or Brora anymore
As the yoke begins to crush my sinning shoulders
And a bunion leads my heart to curse my feet
From on high, I hear a choir of angels singing
And all at once the Kiss fans disappear
Open doors lead in to open arms and Grandad
Yonder Mum and Dad stood playing darts
Come bid my burden ease
Come give me bread and cheese
And let me feed the birds forever more
