Аккорды Half Man Half Biscuit - Friday Night And The Gates Are Low

[Intro] 

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When I had my loft converted back into a loft
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The neighbours came around and scoffed and called me retro.
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But they are the type who never used to go to the match
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Until the family thing got big in the late eighties.

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 Dad’s a steward in the stand
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 Brace of comps in his hand.

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New Men run a crèche while home defeats by Jeunesse D’Esch
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In the Lux Familiar cup are rendered pointless.

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 Stick a burger in my mouth
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 Shove a seat beneath my arse.

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 Buy the shirt and shorts and socks; win the keeper’s sweaty jocks
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Point a gun down at your foot; am I supposed to be at home?
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Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining
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Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend.

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So you came and went ‘cos on crap three million was spent
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And if Josh wants a five-man tent there must be forfeits.
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Star man said bye-bye and now you’re reaching for the sky
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Sit back, relax and watch us die of entertainment.

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 Fiancée said that it was fun
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 Even though the others won.

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 I can’t stand any more, ‘cos I can’t stand anymore
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You were blind but you will see – tonight’s attendance one-two-three.

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Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining
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Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend.
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Friday night and I just love complaining
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And no, I haven’t got anything better to do.