They looked at my postcode
They asked me to speak
It was then I decided my prospects were bleak
Well it may be through goose rule
It may be through God
But one day there’s going to be blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad

They’d been punting on the Backs
They drank a crate of Becks
Smashed the punts up with an axe
Now they’ve gone to drop their kecks
Well they say not to spoil them by sparing the rod
You’ll know I complied when there’s blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad

Can you hear Talvin Singh?
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad

It sounds like a class rant but it’s really because
I am the landlord of the pub that gets the cemetery trade
Landlord of the pub that gets the cemetery trade
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad