The Bliss of the Hereafter

Lyrics

The day after the bike-athon After the half-marathon That's when you'll find me No designated cycleway No promise of a sunny day That's all behind me I need Betjeman pills I've been summoned by bills Comedy, tragedy Neither much appeal to me Nor pathos or farce Trying to get a trestle table Back off Beth Tweddle Such a pain in the arse I use obvious rhyme When I haven't much time One fine day in the middle of the night One fine day, I will pedal out of sight To the safety of familiar things I look to throw a grappling hook It always falls short Whitbread big head Trophy Bitter The pint that thinks it's a quart I've done 10,000 steps I've reached Stygian depths One fine day, while you're gassin' at the gate There'll be bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait Happy time! One fine day as I pedal out of sight One fine day in the middle of the night There'll be bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait Bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait Bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait Bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait (Whitbread big head Trophy Bitter) Bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait (Whitbread big head Trophy Bitter) Bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait (Whitbread big head Trophy Bitter) Bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait The pint that thinks it's a quart