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 One day there's gonna 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're going 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.