Yup and Under Chumbawamba

Yup and Under Yuppies, I've been taught, Are keen on sport Two slices wholemeal loaf Into towelette jogging suit Once round the park Quick game of squash Staving off a heart attack With F-Plan

One Under Par Chumbawamba

One Under Par Away from work finding peace With a swing on the seventeenth lined with trees You're out playing golf for the day Hoping that with a bit of luck Someone will study a chemistry book

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

Eddie Waring Chumbawamba

Eddie Waring I never liked rugby league, it must be said Decapitated ears and concave heads My interest held by just one thing The greatest commentator ever--Eddie Waring Whether an up-and-under

Zola Budd Chumbawamba

Zola Budd She's a slip of a girl to be out of school She's a product of apartheid She won her spurs under minority rule She's a product of apartheid Afrikaners run the best In bare feet and British

One-Sided Game Chumbawamba

One-Sided Game With a flick of the boot and a nod of the head The ball goes crashing in the back of the net But the referee and linesman disallow the goal 'Cause the boot's on the other foot, the

Ah-men Chumbawamba

pause in the cycle When she refused to buy or sell When the daughters of perfect wives Said there must be more sacrifice Needed more than symbolic change More than silent wasting away In factories and

Stagnation Chumbawamba

A dog stares into a gramaphone trumpet Waits for his call to action Mute and obedient, standing to attention Look a little closer, the dog is a man Working on the factory floor as hard as he can The

I Want More Chumbawamba

Blue-rinse sugar Wipe-clean couple Pinched last supper Counting pretty penny John Betjeman Some dead liar Quiet pink picture Under heavy manners This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face

The Big Issue Chumbawamba

There are those Spend the night Under bridges Over by the river Down in the park Through the winter But there's a house That i know Safe and warm And no-one ever goes there Down where the

Morality Play In Three Acts Chumbawamba

But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance.

Dutiful Servants And Political Masters Chumbawamba

Dutiful Servants And Political Masters One, two, one, two, three, four Things were rather different in great grandfather's day He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay

Dutiful Servants & Political Masters Chumbawamba

One, two, one, two, three, four Things were rather different in great grandfather's day He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay He took everything they owned and yet still

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

Catastrophe Reality Chumbawamba

Catastrophe Reality Chopped a tree, the garden of Eden is finished When I say mankind, I use it as a derogatory term Whereas scientists and governments use it as a saving grace Well I once saw

Sometimes Plunder Chumbawamba

, and you sometimes plunder You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder Meet Miss Morrissey, fingers light She lifted up his hat and he wept all night She's the woman with the granny bag dressed

I'm Not Sorry, I Was Having Fun Chumbawamba

By the time I got to Woodstock It was going up in flames In June under a silvery moon Why do all your songs turn out the same?

Enough Is Enough (Kick It Over) Chumbawamba

your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough Enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot Enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot You know Vienna, under

The ABCs of Anarchism Chumbawamba

they develop this idea, at first probably in secrecy or semi-secrecy, and then more and more visible, with more and more support until, guess what?

Flesh and Blood and Feelings Chumbawamba

guys on TV we don't know our own feelings All I needed was demystification And it's as simple as this We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less Flesh and blood and feelings,

Wormkind Chumbawamba

Wormkind Creation, not so much out of the blue as Once upon a time there was a pile of brown And out of that brown grew pips and seeds And worms crawled from out of that brown And life flourished

WWW Dot Chumbawamba

WWW Dot With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot Ooh Mr. Murdoch can I show you around?

Disabled Sports Chumbawamba

Disabled Sports I saw one legged skiers, agile and graceful In and out the slalom, rushing ever downwards And there weren't any losers I saw marathon runners, strong and determined Hunched in

Education (Part II) Chumbawamba

Education (Part II) They're the bosses of tomorrow They're called the FCS Fascist Conservative Sheep Who claim to know what's best Tied to dad's finances And only just out of school They want

The Health And Happiness Show Chumbawamba

The Health And Happiness Show That was really good Yeah, wasn't it? Yeah... Uh, what about the record? Ah, they'll get it...

Indoor League Chumbawamba

And get yourself sat down We'll have a game of shave ha'penny And loser gets next round Get another drink!

Hurling and Imperialism Chumbawamba

Hurling and Imperialism Hurling, the national sport of Ireland Was banned in 1366 As part of an Anglo-Norman attempt To crush all Gaelic resistance It failed Over six hundred years of British

Health & Happiness Show Chumbawamba

It's a no-no I've gotta heave-ho I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato Gene genie, rogue soya beanie Get thee behind me patent margarinie Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to

The Health & Happiness Show Chumbawamba

It's a no-no I've gotta heave-ho I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato Gene genie, rogue soya beanie Get thee behind me patent margarinie Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and

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

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."

Homophobia Chumbawamba

Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor From the boy who got his head kicked in a night or two before (Chorus) No!

Lost In Rome Chumbawamba

Lost In Rome That Thompson and Cram both lost in Rome Was no surprise, when one thinks Of all the rubbish they consumed Those cereals and drinks Lured by big advertising deals Force-fed crap

Shin-Paring Chumbawamba

Sunday cap and Sunday togs Come along and pare some shins Winner often wins Hey ho! And away we go! Kick your opponent's shins, oh! Hey ho! And away we go! Legs are made to bleed, oh!

More Whitewashing Chumbawamba

More Whitewashing Children in school forced to the desk Finger the atlas and study the text Lies and opinion presented as fact Taught to accept, and never to ask Those smiling workers in Ladybird

An Interlude: Beginning To Take It Back Chumbawamba

Words to describe Nicaragua of old Cash crops and hunger and US control Coffee and sugar on company land Made to supply what the boss would demand Then one July morning in seventy-nine Nicaragua decided

One Way System Chumbawamba

System Everybody's looking for a one way system As if there's only one way 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

Stitch That (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

Stitch That (Country & Western Version) A husband came home drunk each night And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white He thrashed her to within an inch of her life Then he slept like

Homophobia (Sisters Mix) Chumbawamba

Homophobia (Sisters Mix) Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor

An Interlude-Beginning To Take It Back Chumbawamba

An Interlude-Beginning To Take It Back Words to describe Nicaragua of old Cash crops and hunger and US control Coffee and sugar on company land Made to supply what the boss would demand Then one

Running Order Chumbawamba

Running Order When you ran 'round the block And you thought you were going to die You said you'd never run again And then you had another try And you felt a little better 'Cause above all else

Let It Be Chumbawamba

record (repeat) Watchers pray in times of trouble Restless by the harbor wall Waiting for the stormy winds to fall With microphone and TV camera Money and tears and a song to sing This is where

Fitzwilliam Chumbawamba

Fitzwilliam Smiles for the cameras as the miners return They say no one has lost and no one has gained But wiser and stronger the people have changed And it won't be the same in the village again

Mary Mary Chumbawamba

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

Universal Soldier Chumbawamba

Universal Soldier (Buffy Sainte-Marie, 1966) He's five feet two and he's six feet four He fights with missiles and with spears He's all of thirty-one and he's always seventeen He's been a soldier

A Lament to the Best Chumbawamba

Now that wingers have been laid to rest And shirts have adverts across their breast And it's all about who's the richest Where are you now George?

Invasion Chumbawamba

got it all worked out, and we give our consent They've got it all worked out, and we give our consent They've got it all worked out for Central America And they've got it all worked out for Africa

Here's The Rest Of Your Life Chumbawamba

when they smile And they ask for my support, I'll give them these words And a bloody nose: You don't help your enemy When you're at war There are moments in all of our lives Tiny sparks still deep inside

Sporting Ties Chumbawamba

Sporting Ties The wife she washes the football strip The wife buys my sports socks and irons my kit I lose a golf shoe, the wife looks for it And that's what I call teamwork And that's what I

The Day The Nazi Died (1993 Mix) Chumbawamba

The Day The Nazi Died (1993 Mix) They're here and they're there and they're everywhere (Repeat) We're taught that after the war the Nazis vanished without a trace But batallions of fascists still