Half Man Half Biscuit - Every Time A Bell Rings

      [Intro]
F  F/Eb   F  F/Eb  (x8)
Bb Dm C G          (2)

[Verse 1]
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 Ground Control to Monty Don,
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 The testimonial silver’s gone
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 The circumstance here’s pretty thin
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 The sun comes out when I go in.
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 On the way home from spinning class she pops into the deli for artisan gossip
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 He stays in the car leafing through a high end coffee bean catalogue
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 Their dream is to open up a roasterie in the Keswick area.

[Chorus]
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 Get your hedge cut; get your fuckin’ hedge cut
Bb                   F
 Get your hedge cut; get your fuckin’ hedge cut
Bb[/c     F       Dm            Bb   Dm C G  Bb Dm C G
 Stop meeting friends, and cut your hedge.

[Verse 2]
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 Why can’t you say “orang-utan?”
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 Why can’t you just say “Ku-Klux-Klan?”
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 Who needs the library or the pub
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 When we’ve got your creative hub?
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 He got a Boardman bike on the “Cycle-To-Work” scheme, discovered he really enjoyed it;
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 Started watching the Tour-De-France highlights on ITV 4
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Worshipped at the altar of Wiggo and Froome-dog; goes out every Sunday in full Sky replica kit.

[Chorus]
Bb                   F
 Get your hedge cut, get your fuckin’ hedge cut
Bb                   F
 Get your hedge cut, get your fuckin’ hedge cut
Bb              F     Dm             C     F  C  F  C  F  C  F
 Stop analysing Strava, and cut your hedge.

[Verse 3]
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 “It’s a wonderful Life”; it’s a wonderful film
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Tho’ the more I watch it the more I want Potter to succeed
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 Not least when that lot up the road come out in to the street every New Year’s Eve
Bm                       G                                           Bb  F  Bb  F  Bb  F  C    C7
Drunk on Ptolemy’s hock, hugging each other and going’ “hee-haw, hee-haw”.
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 Every time a bell rings, I hate you some more
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 Every time a bell rings, I hate you some more
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 Every time a bell rings, I hate you some more
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 Every time a bell rings.

[Outro]
A   Bb  C  C7   F   (x6) (fade on last time)