| Song | We Built This Village on a Trad. Arr. Tune |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | Achtung Bono |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| And in the scout hut debate still rages on | |
| The most dangerous junction in Christendom | |
| And Cathy Staniforth’s milk bank opens soon | |
| Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
| Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| Ma-ma-maroon was the colour of my true love’s hair | |
| She’s got a cross-stitch exhibition over there | |
| A spate of pan fires isn’t going to happen round here | |
| It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
| It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
| Ain’t no local groups called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
| No narky young upstarts called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
| ‘Cos we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| With wattle and daub ‘neath a silvry moon | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas Play | |
| It’s called “Roll The Square Arthur” and mind what you say | |
| It’s a cricketing farce with a thickening plot | |
| Act One, Scene One – Brenda Blethyn gets shot | |
| Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
| Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
| Oh the Mummers, the Papas | |
| The Best Of The Coppers | |
| Anyone can join in so I discarded my jeans | |
| And played wine-maddened Pentheus, the King of Thebes | |
| And some Bloomsbury peripheral said I had the best line | |
| Check your sheds, check your sheds, I think I’ve lost my mind! | |
| Oh we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| There’s a Sword Dance every twenty-seventh of June | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune |
| And in the scout hut debate still rages on | |
| The most dangerous junction in Christendom | |
| And Cathy Staniforth' s milk bank opens soon | |
| Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
| Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| Mamamaroon was the colour of my true love' s hair | |
| She' s got a crossstitch exhibition over there | |
| A spate of pan fires isn' t going to happen round here | |
| It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
| It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
| Ain' t no local groups called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
| No narky young upstarts called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
| ' Cos we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| With wattle and daub ' neath a silvry moon | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas Play | |
| It' s called " Roll The Square Arthur" and mind what you say | |
| It' s a cricketing farce with a thickening plot | |
| Act One, Scene One Brenda Blethyn gets shot | |
| Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
| Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
| Oh the Mummers, the Papas | |
| The Best Of The Coppers | |
| Anyone can join in so I discarded my jeans | |
| And played winemaddened Pentheus, the King of Thebes | |
| And some Bloomsbury peripheral said I had the best line | |
| Check your sheds, check your sheds, I think I' ve lost my mind! | |
| Oh we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| There' s a Sword Dance every twentyseventh of June | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune |
| And in the scout hut debate still rages on | |
| The most dangerous junction in Christendom | |
| And Cathy Staniforth' s milk bank opens soon | |
| Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
| Yonder the deacon in misguided trousers | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| Mamamaroon was the colour of my true love' s hair | |
| She' s got a crossstitch exhibition over there | |
| A spate of pan fires isn' t going to happen round here | |
| It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
| It fills me with joy to see moshers out jogging | |
| Ain' t no local groups called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
| No narky young upstarts called Fuck Your Conglomerate | |
| ' Cos we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| With wattle and daub ' neath a silvry moon | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas Play | |
| It' s called " Roll The Square Arthur" and mind what you say | |
| It' s a cricketing farce with a thickening plot | |
| Act One, Scene One Brenda Blethyn gets shot | |
| Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
| Graduated to solids disturbingly early | |
| Oh the Mummers, the Papas | |
| The Best Of The Coppers | |
| Anyone can join in so I discarded my jeans | |
| And played winemaddened Pentheus, the King of Thebes | |
| And some Bloomsbury peripheral said I had the best line | |
| Check your sheds, check your sheds, I think I' ve lost my mind! | |
| Oh we built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune | |
| There' s a Sword Dance every twentyseventh of June | |
| We built this village on a Trad. Arr. tune |