Lyrics:

I got three from each section on the fixed odds coupon
But I still don't want to go to Cuba
'Cause 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, all right

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 have just gone down to Dorset with its
Wonderful Bulbarrow Hill
Wonderful Bulbarrow Hill

Ah...
Ah...
Pots and pans
Ah...
Take your coat off or you won't feel the benefit
Ah...
And now I'm going to tell you something
Ah...
All right, 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