Third Track Main Camera Four Minutes Lyrics

I got three from each section on the fixed odds coupon
But I still don't want to go to Cuba,
'Cos Cuba's the new destination; Cuba's the new Iceland
And it'll be full of Italia Conti rejects, so no; I don't want to go to Cuba,
I'd much rather go down to Dorset
With its wonderful Bulbarrow Hill. Wonderful Bulbarrow Hill.
I've got fur in my kettle and a film on my tea
I'm living in a hard water town, but I don't let it get me down
Far from it.
Should any man wish to make himself immortal by painting a picture of wretchedness
Then he'd be wasting his time knocking on my door.
Maybe go to Mr Galbraith's over the road. There he is now, look. Alone in his polytunnel
With his pitiful competition onions.
Neglected for two weeks in Cuba: A no rosette situation for Mr Galbraith.
Oh he shouldn't have gone to Cuba
He should've just gone down to Dorset
With its wonderful Bulbarrow Hill. Wonderful Bulbarrow Hill.
Ah???????????? Ah??????????? Pots and pans
Ah???????????? Take off your coat or you won't feel the benefit
Ah???????????? And now I'm going to tell you something
Ah???????????? Alright - here we go
If ever an album title was in dire need of an exclamation mark
If ever an album title was in dire need of an exclamation mark, it surely had to be
Frampton Comes Alive! Frampton Comes Alive! Run for the hills
Frampton Comes Alive! One more time
Frampton Comes Alive!