| Song | Multitude |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | Four Lads Who Shook the Wirral |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |