When I'm Bad Chumbawamba

"They try in vain our minds to chain"(Repeats) I'm up in the stars I'm looking down at the gutter When I'm good, I'm very good But when I'm bad, I'm better (Chorus) Oh barman fill this glass

Drip, Drip, Drip Chumbawamba

Eat, sleep and crap For to prey on your needs Down a dark street In backwater Leeds I seen yer comin' Come in, lads! You seen the ad?

Drip Drip Drip (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

Drip Drip Drip (Country & Western Version) Eat, sleep, and crap For to prey on your needs Down a dark street Backwater Leeds I seen yer comin' Come in, lads! You seen the ad?

Bad Dog Chumbawamba

Bad Dog Puppy eyes puppy eyes tearing claws spitting pride Roll over! Roll over! Roll over! Roll over!

A Fairy Tale (Real No-Shit) Chumbawamba

Manfred The Great The great king bashed down his goblet on the oaken table as kings do when they want more wine. Everyone was silent. 'Minstrel the noise of chattering women grates on my ears.

Drip Drip Drip Chumbawamba

Eat, sleep and crap, for to prey on your needs Down a dark street, in backwater Leeds I seen yer comin', come in lads You seen the ads?

Harry Goldthorpe Chumbawamba

Harry Goldthorpe Bradford bad lad He's ripping up the room at the top Tubthumping have-not Never kept his gob shut Taking on the pal's batallion Who shove us to the bottom Give us nowt but trouble

Waiting, Shouting Chumbawamba

Waiting, Shouting Just take a ticket It takes you nowhere They saw us coming It's them and us here Just keep your voice down And light another I am a patient girl I wait, I wait, I wait It's

A Morality Play Chumbawamba

A Morality Play People would have to be told that if they refuse to answer questions when they might be expected to answer questions, that is something which can be used at the trial and which might

Mary, Mary Chumbawamba

No virgin me For I have sinned I sold my soul For sex and gin Go call a priest All meek and mild And tell him, "Mary Is no more a child."

Love Me Chumbawamba

I'm an anarchist, I'm the anti-christ Well sort of not really It's not big it's not clever And i'm quite a reasonable fella Your friendly uncle good with kids good ol' paternalist pop Good cop bad

Bowls Chumbawamba

Bowls Bees buzzing, birds singing The jack turning off the crown A lawnmower in the distance The wood coming nicely 'round Sitting near the green just chatting A bad rub, a blocked line Watching

Barry John Chumbawamba

Barry John Barry John was the king of Rugby Union He was fast and agile and extremely good-looking All you'd see would be a flash of red Wales were best, 'cause he used his head And knew exactly when

Here's The Rest Of Your Life Chumbawamba

Why settle for what we're shown When there is so much more?

Song Of The Hardworking Community Registration Off Chumbawamba

Song Of The Hardworking Community Registration Officer I knock on doors See curtains move Time wins wars each name is proof I could tell tales The tricks they use Cut no ice, I take what's due

Mary Mary (Stigmatic Mix) Chumbawamba

(Repeat) No virgin me for I have sinned I sold my soul for sex and gin Go call a priest all meek and mild And tell him, 'Mary is no more a child' It's raining stones, it's raining bile From the luxury

Act With Mother Chumbawamba

Act With Mother M spells man, K spells kind, could somebody tell me is man kind?

Mouthful Of Shit (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

it out Chuck a nightmare dart Quiet Compere on the mic turns turning to the court Putting beef vol-au-vents across the Union Jack Bolinger and Bitter says the colonies are back Chorus: Hear ya, I

Kiss, Kiss, Kiss Chumbawamba

Kiss, Kiss, Kiss Sometimes when I'm feeling lonely I just want some arms around me It doesn't matter how he walks It doesn't matter how he talks It doesn't matter if he's pretty It doesn't matter

Younger Moralists Chumbawamba

Younger Moralists Here in the comfort of a favorite chair Or smugly from the tap room at the Whitehorse I can prove mathematically Just when and when not to take up arms When to fight and when

Morality Play In Three Acts Chumbawamba

Said I, 'Somehow it just doesn't wash, away with your petty inquisition. In the vernacular, most unkind sir, fuck with me and you will see the flesh and blood and bone, the black eye of thine enemy.'

Mouthful of Shit Chumbawamba

Compere on the mic turns turning to the court Putting beef vol-au-vents across the Union Jack Bolinger and Bitter says the colonies are back (Repeat chorus) You think you're god's gift You're a liar I

Rip It Up Chumbawamba

Rip It Up Too many crap programs With too many adverts Too much Matthew Engel bullshit And not enough dirt Media and programs All dull and mundane How to fill up space When you've nothing left

One Way System Chumbawamba

out of this prison Everybody's looking for that one piece of wisdom As if there's just one answer to all of our problems And the biggest one way of all the one ways The central circulating shit Is M

This Dress Kills Chumbawamba

I'm Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing Happy birthday mister president I'm here to call your bluff From the top of the world I'm gonna jump, jump, jump I'm so perfectly imperfect and I

LAUGHING (Never Stopped Mix) Chumbawamba

LAUGHING (Never Stopped Mix) Just when you figured it out someone lets you down Who'll make all the wrong decisions when the judge is up for trial?

Groundhopping Chumbawamba

Groundhopping Another Sunday match again Another Merseyside clash again It's the 36th this season By my calculations That's when I made the decision To stay in the lower divisions Travelling

Heysel Stadium Chumbawamba

And there's a ready-made scapegoat, ready to blame Hooligans fighting, ruining the game Ignoring the bad planning and cramming-in of fans Right next to each other in crumbling stands Putting money

Tubthumping Chumbawamba

We'll be singing When we're winning We'll be singing I get knocked down But I get up again You're never going to keep me down Pissing the night away He drinks a whisky drink He drinks a

Poverty Knock Chumbawamba

Poverty Knock (Chorus) 'Poverty poverty knock,' my loom is a saying all day Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock I know I can guttle

The Incompatibility of Sport and Cosmic Consciousn Chumbawamba

The Incompatibility of Sport and Cosmic Consciousness When I play cricket I'm the longest at the wicket I can jump and swim And I live in the gym But I can't come to terms With my existence as

Heaven/Hell Chumbawamba

Heaven/Hell I'm not guilty, I have nothing to say, uhm, I'm innocent! (Chatter) I want a revolution! When? Now!

Mary Mary Chumbawamba

grace The Lord is with Thee Blessed art Thou amongst women And blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus Holy Mary, Mother of God Pray for us sinners now And at the hour of our death Amen No virgin me for I

Mountain Biking Chumbawamba

Mountain Biking There's pedal bikes and motor bikes And now they're riding mountain bikes Up and down and out of town Over, under, through, around I ride my little bicycle, I ride it to the top

Shhh Chumbawamba

Shhh (Chorus) Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing L A U G H I N G laughing L A U G H I N G laughing Just when you figured

Ulrike Chumbawamba

wonder and you sometimes wonder Ten thousand Deutschmarks to hand me over Oh you sometimes wonder and you sometimes wonder You can make a living sometimes wondering Don't think these bones can be sold when

Salt Fare, North Sea Chumbawamba

Salt fare, North Sea (repeats) Roll on, roll off With these words I drown Topmast secured Hatches battened down Sometimes I think It must be different on land But from the mast I can only see tyrants Still

Just Look At Me Now Chumbawamba

Just Look At Me Now Don't tell me lies I want it all (Repeat) I don't need fingerprints So button up your coat Before you catch your death of cold Throw away your books They're building windmills

Comic-Tragic-Magic Chumbawamba

Comic-Tragic-Magic Mummy, mummy, mummy I got a pain I got a pain in my tummy and it's hurting me I'm well and truly shatted by it all stained and scarred And brutalized just by day to day living

Tubthumping Chumbawamba

We'll be singing ,When we're winning We'll be singing I get knocked down but i get up again you're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but i get up again you're never gonna keep me down

Home With Me Chumbawamba

Blue and coral Kirkstall skies Timorese sunrise Fairfield Horseshoe in the snow Clashing worlds in Tokyo All the bars in County Cork Heavy rain, New York (Chorus) I sailed the seven seas Carved

The Rise and Fall and Rise of Greavsie Chumbawamba

"Well, it seems a bit unfortunate, I mean, uh, uh" Sitting on the bench, he starts another drink Drowning his sorrows watching Geoff Hurst's hat-trick The pressures of success led him to the bottle

Face Jumping Chumbawamba

partner's face With ne'er a crack of bone Tom McSmee, a champion, In several tests of skill Could jump into a barrel of eggs And never crack a shell This sport was later outlawed Permits were refused When

Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public Chumbawamba

We're fighting for the right to decide How the power and the wealth Be equally divided Old people in Seacroft need money for bills Single mums with kids want decent meals And we all want new coats When

Commercial Break Chumbawamba

Commercial Break I'm the wife of the boss of the company And I always make my husband answer to me With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree The main problem is, they're not civilized

Shipbuilding Chumbawamba

A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children; soon we'll be shipbuilding Well, I ask you--the

Hear No Bullshit (On Fire Mix) Chumbawamba

It's a figure of speech when some artists start to teach But when I start I teach and reach The hearts of people who really truly give a damn about music Whether that is a man or woman Book book book

Eddie The Eagle Chumbawamba

Eddie The Eagle Step by step Climbing to the top Eddie the Eagle The epitome of sport Not for the winning Or the advertising deals Not for the money or glory Just for taking part It's like when

Song Of The Mother In Debt Chumbawamba

I'm always waiting I'm sick of waiting For the day my luck will change I've spent enough time In queues and bread lines In hope of better days These thieves and scroungers And lazy bastards If I

Dutiful Servants And Political Masters Chumbawamba

just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay He took everything they owned and yet still demanded more He did a bloody good job in taming the poor Now I'm rather more subtle, I