| Song | Turned Up Clocked On Laid Off |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | This Leaden Pall |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Watch out world, I’m a man at ease | |
| Free to do whatever when I want | |
| Lonely heathland here I come | |
| Deathless useless bracken underfoot | |
| Happy days are here again | |
| It’s just like I’m fourteen again | |
| And I can’t cope but don’t tell your mum | |
| Not while she’s got Medicine Head on the phone | |
| I need pills to help me sleep | |
| And I need pills to wake me up as well | |
| Factory Prankster Of The Year | |
| Once upon a time and a half | |
| Time and a half | |
| Turned up (turned up) | |
| Clocked on (clocked on) | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| Turned up (turned up) | |
| Clocked on (clocked on) | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| There’s people who can’t spell ‘weird’ right | |
| Driving round with thousands in the bank | |
| But I get by, got a lot on my mind | |
| I get by, got allotments on my mind | |
| The three men I admire most | |
| The Father, Son and Mickie Most | |
| Took the last train for the coast | |
| And rendezvoused with Peter Glaze | |
| To kill Don Maclean | |
| Turned up (turned up) | |
| Clocked on (clocked on) | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| Turned up (turned up) | |
| Clocked on (clocked on) | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| Sign on with no hope in your heart | |
| When you walk through a storm, you get wet |
| Watch out world, I' m a man at ease | |
| Free to do whatever when I want | |
| Lonely heathland here I come | |
| Deathless useless bracken underfoot | |
| Happy days are here again | |
| It' s just like I' m fourteen again | |
| And I can' t cope but don' t tell your mum | |
| Not while she' s got Medicine Head on the phone | |
| I need pills to help me sleep | |
| And I need pills to wake me up as well | |
| Factory Prankster Of The Year | |
| Once upon a time and a half | |
| Time and a half | |
| Turned up turned up | |
| Clocked on clocked on | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| Turned up turned up | |
| Clocked on clocked on | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| There' s people who can' t spell ' weird' right | |
| Driving round with thousands in the bank | |
| But I get by, got a lot on my mind | |
| I get by, got allotments on my mind | |
| The three men I admire most | |
| The Father, Son and Mickie Most | |
| Took the last train for the coast | |
| And rendezvoused with Peter Glaze | |
| To kill Don Maclean | |
| Turned up turned up | |
| Clocked on clocked on | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| Turned up turned up | |
| Clocked on clocked on | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| Sign on with no hope in your heart | |
| When you walk through a storm, you get wet |
| Watch out world, I' m a man at ease | |
| Free to do whatever when I want | |
| Lonely heathland here I come | |
| Deathless useless bracken underfoot | |
| Happy days are here again | |
| It' s just like I' m fourteen again | |
| And I can' t cope but don' t tell your mum | |
| Not while she' s got Medicine Head on the phone | |
| I need pills to help me sleep | |
| And I need pills to wake me up as well | |
| Factory Prankster Of The Year | |
| Once upon a time and a half | |
| Time and a half | |
| Turned up turned up | |
| Clocked on clocked on | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| Turned up turned up | |
| Clocked on clocked on | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| There' s people who can' t spell ' weird' right | |
| Driving round with thousands in the bank | |
| But I get by, got a lot on my mind | |
| I get by, got allotments on my mind | |
| The three men I admire most | |
| The Father, Son and Mickie Most | |
| Took the last train for the coast | |
| And rendezvoused with Peter Glaze | |
| To kill Don Maclean | |
| Turned up turned up | |
| Clocked on clocked on | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| Turned up turned up | |
| Clocked on clocked on | |
| Turned up, clocked on, laid off | |
| Sign on with no hope in your heart | |
| When you walk through a storm, you get wet |