| Song | National Shite Day |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | CSI: Ambleside |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Pulling the ice axe from my leg | |
| I staggered on | |
| Spindrift stinging my remaining eye | |
| I finally managed to reach the station | |
| Only to find that the bus replacement service had broken down | |
| After wondering to myself whether it should actually be called a train replacement service | |
| I walked out onto the concourse and noticed the giant screen seemed to have been tampered with | |
| Probably by a junior employee | |
| Disgruntled commuters were being regaled with some dismal TVM | |
| Involving a tug-of-love-custody-battle | |
| Stockard Channing held sway | |
| Down in the High Street somebody careered out of Boots without due care or attention | |
| I suggest that they learn some pedestrian etiquette | |
| i.e sidle out of the store gingerly | |
| Embrace the margin | |
| Fat kids with sausage rolls | |
| Poor sods conducting polls | |
| There’s a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets | |
| I try to put everything into perspective | |
| Set it against the scale of human suffering | |
| And I thought of the Mugabe government | |
| And the children of the Calcutta railways | |
| This works for a while | |
| But then I encounter Primark FM | |
| Overhead a rainbow appears | |
| In black and white | |
| Shite Day | |
| I guess this must be National Shite Day | |
| This surely must be National Shite Day | |
| Don’t tell me, it’s National Shite Day | |
| Float… float on | |
| Float… float on | |
| Barry… Herpes | |
| I got a letter from Stringy Bob | |
| Still on suicide watch | |
| Screws not happy | |
| Spotted a Marsh Fritillary during association | |
| Was roundly ignored | |
| What news you | |
| I felt sorry for him | |
| He’d only been locked up for public nuisance offences | |
| One of which saw him beachcombing the Dee Estuary | |
| Found a dead wading bird | |
| Took it home, parcelled it up, and sent it off to the rubber-faced irritant Phil Cool | |
| With a note inside which read: “Is this your Sanderling?” | |
| Another time saw him answering an advert in the music press | |
| “Keyboard player required: Doors, Floyd, etc. | |
| Must be committed, no time wasters” | |
| You can guess the rest | |
| I always imagined he would simply wander off some day into the hills | |
| To be found months later | |
| His carcass stripped by homeless dogs | |
| His exposed skull a perch for the quartering crow | |
| I folded away the letter and put it in my inside pocket | |
| All of a sudden I felt brushed by the wings of something dark | |
| May the Lord have mercy on Stringy Bob | |
| Shite Day | |
| I do believe it’s National Shite Day | |
| It all points to National Shite Day | |
| Someone’s declared it National Shite Day | |
| Shite Day | |
| My birthday! On National Shite Day | |
| No bogroll, it’s National Shite Day | |
| Cue drumroll, it’s National Shite Day |
| Pulling the ice axe from my leg | |
| I staggered on | |
| Spindrift stinging my remaining eye | |
| I finally managed to reach the station | |
| Only to find that the bus replacement service had broken down | |
| After wondering to myself whether it should actually be called a train replacement service | |
| I walked out onto the concourse and noticed the giant screen seemed to have been tampered with | |
| Probably by a junior employee | |
| Disgruntled commuters were being regaled with some dismal TVM | |
| Involving a tugoflovecustodybattle | |
| Stockard Channing held sway | |
| Down in the High Street somebody careered out of Boots without due care or attention | |
| I suggest that they learn some pedestrian etiquette | |
| i. e sidle out of the store gingerly | |
| Embrace the margin | |
| Fat kids with sausage rolls | |
| Poor sods conducting polls | |
| There' s a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets | |
| I try to put everything into perspective | |
| Set it against the scale of human suffering | |
| And I thought of the Mugabe government | |
| And the children of the Calcutta railways | |
| This works for a while | |
| But then I encounter Primark FM | |
| Overhead a rainbow appears | |
| In black and white | |
| Shite Day | |
| I guess this must be National Shite Day | |
| This surely must be National Shite Day | |
| Don' t tell me, it' s National Shite Day | |
| Float float on | |
| Float float on | |
| Barry Herpes | |
| I got a letter from Stringy Bob | |
| Still on suicide watch | |
| Screws not happy | |
| Spotted a Marsh Fritillary during association | |
| Was roundly ignored | |
| What news you | |
| I felt sorry for him | |
| He' d only been locked up for public nuisance offences | |
| One of which saw him beachcombing the Dee Estuary | |
| Found a dead wading bird | |
| Took it home, parcelled it up, and sent it off to the rubberfaced irritant Phil Cool | |
| With a note inside which read: " Is this your Sanderling?" | |
| Another time saw him answering an advert in the music press | |
| " Keyboard player required: Doors, Floyd, etc. | |
| Must be committed, no time wasters" | |
| You can guess the rest | |
| I always imagined he would simply wander off some day into the hills | |
| To be found months later | |
| His carcass stripped by homeless dogs | |
| His exposed skull a perch for the quartering crow | |
| I folded away the letter and put it in my inside pocket | |
| All of a sudden I felt brushed by the wings of something dark | |
| May the Lord have mercy on Stringy Bob | |
| Shite Day | |
| I do believe it' s National Shite Day | |
| It all points to National Shite Day | |
| Someone' s declared it National Shite Day | |
| Shite Day | |
| My birthday! On National Shite Day | |
| No bogroll, it' s National Shite Day | |
| Cue drumroll, it' s National Shite Day |
| Pulling the ice axe from my leg | |
| I staggered on | |
| Spindrift stinging my remaining eye | |
| I finally managed to reach the station | |
| Only to find that the bus replacement service had broken down | |
| After wondering to myself whether it should actually be called a train replacement service | |
| I walked out onto the concourse and noticed the giant screen seemed to have been tampered with | |
| Probably by a junior employee | |
| Disgruntled commuters were being regaled with some dismal TVM | |
| Involving a tugoflovecustodybattle | |
| Stockard Channing held sway | |
| Down in the High Street somebody careered out of Boots without due care or attention | |
| I suggest that they learn some pedestrian etiquette | |
| i. e sidle out of the store gingerly | |
| Embrace the margin | |
| Fat kids with sausage rolls | |
| Poor sods conducting polls | |
| There' s a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets | |
| I try to put everything into perspective | |
| Set it against the scale of human suffering | |
| And I thought of the Mugabe government | |
| And the children of the Calcutta railways | |
| This works for a while | |
| But then I encounter Primark FM | |
| Overhead a rainbow appears | |
| In black and white | |
| Shite Day | |
| I guess this must be National Shite Day | |
| This surely must be National Shite Day | |
| Don' t tell me, it' s National Shite Day | |
| Float float on | |
| Float float on | |
| Barry Herpes | |
| I got a letter from Stringy Bob | |
| Still on suicide watch | |
| Screws not happy | |
| Spotted a Marsh Fritillary during association | |
| Was roundly ignored | |
| What news you | |
| I felt sorry for him | |
| He' d only been locked up for public nuisance offences | |
| One of which saw him beachcombing the Dee Estuary | |
| Found a dead wading bird | |
| Took it home, parcelled it up, and sent it off to the rubberfaced irritant Phil Cool | |
| With a note inside which read: " Is this your Sanderling?" | |
| Another time saw him answering an advert in the music press | |
| " Keyboard player required: Doors, Floyd, etc. | |
| Must be committed, no time wasters" | |
| You can guess the rest | |
| I always imagined he would simply wander off some day into the hills | |
| To be found months later | |
| His carcass stripped by homeless dogs | |
| His exposed skull a perch for the quartering crow | |
| I folded away the letter and put it in my inside pocket | |
| All of a sudden I felt brushed by the wings of something dark | |
| May the Lord have mercy on Stringy Bob | |
| Shite Day | |
| I do believe it' s National Shite Day | |
| It all points to National Shite Day | |
| Someone' s declared it National Shite Day | |
| Shite Day | |
| My birthday! On National Shite Day | |
| No bogroll, it' s National Shite Day | |
| Cue drumroll, it' s National Shite Day |