Lord Bateman's Motorbike Lyrics
| Song | Lord Bateman's Motorbike |
| Artist | Chumbawamba |
| Album | The Boy Bands Have Won |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chumbawamba | |
| Lord Bateman runs an inn out on the A65 | |
| Sort of place where everybody drinks before they drive | |
| Weekends runs a motorbike to Scarborough and back | |
| He’s not too many brandies from a second heart attack | |
| John Barleycorn he works the land and drinks at Bateman’s Inn | |
| And every evening toasts to all the things that might have been | |
| Tells the world that once he had a trial for Hull KR | |
| Now he watches them on TV in the corner of the bar | |
| Bateman gets up early lifts the latches on the gate | |
| Seven horses stabled and the family sleeping late | |
| Fourteen hundred acres two daughters and a son | |
| He’ll ride the eastern coast and back before the morning’s done | |
| Barleycorn he’s up at dawn and working off the beer | |
| Same thing every day of every week of every year | |
| Hears Lord Bateman racing by along the county lanes | |
| And pulls his jacket tight against the coming of the rain... | |
| Lord Bateman meets the storm that’s coming in from the shore | |
| Speeding over Quarry Hill at 85 or more | |
| There’s rain to take the wheels away rain among the glass | |
| And rain to wash the blood into the tarmac and the grass | |
| In the months to come John Barleycorn he sits and drinks his fill | |
| Measures out his life between his pocket and the till | |
| So down the generations Bateman’s son behind the bar | |
| While Barleycorn he sips his beer and watches Hull KR. |
| zuo qu : Chumbawamba | |
| Lord Bateman runs an inn out on the A65 | |
| Sort of place where everybody drinks before they drive | |
| Weekends runs a motorbike to Scarborough and back | |
| He' s not too many brandies from a second heart attack | |
| John Barleycorn he works the land and drinks at Bateman' s Inn | |
| And every evening toasts to all the things that might have been | |
| Tells the world that once he had a trial for Hull KR | |
| Now he watches them on TV in the corner of the bar | |
| Bateman gets up early lifts the latches on the gate | |
| Seven horses stabled and the family sleeping late | |
| Fourteen hundred acres two daughters and a son | |
| He' ll ride the eastern coast and back before the morning' s done | |
| Barleycorn he' s up at dawn and working off the beer | |
| Same thing every day of every week of every year | |
| Hears Lord Bateman racing by along the county lanes | |
| And pulls his jacket tight against the coming of the rain... | |
| Lord Bateman meets the storm that' s coming in from the shore | |
| Speeding over Quarry Hill at 85 or more | |
| There' s rain to take the wheels away rain among the glass | |
| And rain to wash the blood into the tarmac and the grass | |
| In the months to come John Barleycorn he sits and drinks his fill | |
| Measures out his life between his pocket and the till | |
| So down the generations Bateman' s son behind the bar | |
| While Barleycorn he sips his beer and watches Hull KR. |
| zuò qǔ : Chumbawamba | |
| Lord Bateman runs an inn out on the A65 | |
| Sort of place where everybody drinks before they drive | |
| Weekends runs a motorbike to Scarborough and back | |
| He' s not too many brandies from a second heart attack | |
| John Barleycorn he works the land and drinks at Bateman' s Inn | |
| And every evening toasts to all the things that might have been | |
| Tells the world that once he had a trial for Hull KR | |
| Now he watches them on TV in the corner of the bar | |
| Bateman gets up early lifts the latches on the gate | |
| Seven horses stabled and the family sleeping late | |
| Fourteen hundred acres two daughters and a son | |
| He' ll ride the eastern coast and back before the morning' s done | |
| Barleycorn he' s up at dawn and working off the beer | |
| Same thing every day of every week of every year | |
| Hears Lord Bateman racing by along the county lanes | |
| And pulls his jacket tight against the coming of the rain... | |
| Lord Bateman meets the storm that' s coming in from the shore | |
| Speeding over Quarry Hill at 85 or more | |
| There' s rain to take the wheels away rain among the glass | |
| And rain to wash the blood into the tarmac and the grass | |
| In the months to come John Barleycorn he sits and drinks his fill | |
| Measures out his life between his pocket and the till | |
| So down the generations Bateman' s son behind the bar | |
| While Barleycorn he sips his beer and watches Hull KR. |
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