| Song | Restless Legs |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | Achtung Bono |
| Here she lies in her fleecy gown | |
| By my side in the eiderdown | |
| But she can’t get a ticket to Morningtown | |
| ‘Cos I’ve got restless legs | |
| Boring though this film may be | |
| Slumber still won’t visit thee | |
| So long as you stay next to me | |
| For I have restless legs | |
| Milky drink and Sudafed | |
| “That should sort you out”, she said | |
| As I kicked myself clean out of the bed | |
| Grazed my restless legs | |
| Homeopathic cures I’ve sought | |
| All in all they’ve come to nought | |
| I wish it was some astronaut | |
| Who had these restless legs | |
| Four o-six and I’m wide awake | |
| I’ve got an uncontrollable urge to take | |
| A five mile hike around the Ogwen Lake | |
| Stretch these restless legs | |
| No sympathy from Uncle Greg | |
| Nor indeed from Aunty Meg | |
| Well thank God I’m not Jake the Peg | |
| With an extra restless leg | |
| So come the day when I don’t exist | |
| And worms are flying through the graveyard mist | |
| Don’t go bothering the exorcist | |
| It’s just my restless legs | |
| It’s just my restless legs | |
| It’s just my restless legs |
| Here she lies in her fleecy gown | |
| By my side in the eiderdown | |
| But she can' t get a ticket to Morningtown | |
| ' Cos I' ve got restless legs | |
| Boring though this film may be | |
| Slumber still won' t visit thee | |
| So long as you stay next to me | |
| For I have restless legs | |
| Milky drink and Sudafed | |
| " That should sort you out", she said | |
| As I kicked myself clean out of the bed | |
| Grazed my restless legs | |
| Homeopathic cures I' ve sought | |
| All in all they' ve come to nought | |
| I wish it was some astronaut | |
| Who had these restless legs | |
| Four osix and I' m wide awake | |
| I' ve got an uncontrollable urge to take | |
| A five mile hike around the Ogwen Lake | |
| Stretch these restless legs | |
| No sympathy from Uncle Greg | |
| Nor indeed from Aunty Meg | |
| Well thank God I' m not Jake the Peg | |
| With an extra restless leg | |
| So come the day when I don' t exist | |
| And worms are flying through the graveyard mist | |
| Don' t go bothering the exorcist | |
| It' s just my restless legs | |
| It' s just my restless legs | |
| It' s just my restless legs |