Man Papers His Crack Chumbawamba

Man Papers His Crack Hey Manfred, what you doing back there? Come on, come unclean, man!

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

Oxymoron Chumbawamba

Oxymoron Shiny button-down clown suit Oxymoron (Repeat) Fucked up the simplest of chores Mister constant consternation And his declaration of war Makes a fist out of demands With his plasticene

On the Beach Chumbawamba

On the Beach 54 inch around the chest Stitching ripping on his vest Biceps, triceps, ready to flex A gold medallion around his neck He looks more like the Michelin Man He's trapped inside a multi-gym

All Mixed Up Chumbawamba

Said the king maker to me Dull, gray matter, perfect for his alchemy The future flesh and blood on the bones of the big lie A no-wit who's face fits and never wonders why I met my Mephistophelles,

Kinnochio Chumbawamba

Then I'll begin The Story Of Kinnochio The man who ran the other party pondered the size of his nose A man who pleaded for leadership and groveled more than most He scabbed and he lied and he nodded

The Tree Of Knowledge Chumbawamba

The Tree Of Knowledge The tree of knowledge has been cut down Torn from the ground, made into defenses and paper money His own roots man severs Mother Earth dismembered Distanced from her, he

Mouthful of Shit Chumbawamba

your mouth's full of shit Do something about it (Repeat chorus) Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with the card Good call What's the crack

I Never Gave Up (Cass Mix) Chumbawamba

(Repeats throughout) Have a good time all the time (Repeat) Some-some-some-some-sometimes I vomit happy memories Sometimes I laugh out loud just to crack my face L A U G H I N G laughing...

Mouthful Of Shit (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

Western Version) Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with the card Good call What's the crack

I Never Gave Up Chumbawamba

could I never asked for pity and I never gave up (Repeat chorus) Twenty months I kept accounts And in the end they'll balance out Sometimes I vomit happy memories Sometimes I laugh out loud just to crack

Face Jumping Chumbawamba

Face Jumping The ancient sport of face-jumping Involved a skill unknown A jump onto a partner's face With ne'er a crack of bone Tom McSmee, a champion, In several tests of skill Could jump into

Invasion Chumbawamba

Still impossible to reach across This space in front of me It's we who write this history We who guard the money-tree We support the companies We stole the colonies And when the system starts to crack

Song Of The Times Chumbawamba

For nowadays the factory lords are brought the labor low And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow (Chorus) So arouse you sons of freedom the world seems upside down They scorn the poor man

Nadzeroon El Babo Chumbawamba

Nadzeroon El Babo Last of the wizards Living in his last retreat Living in the retreating rain forests of Dallemandia Africa Dallemandia Africa Dallemandia Africa If we are to believe the forestry

I Never Gave Up (Rondo Mix) Chumbawamba

could I never asked for pity and I never gave up (Repeat chorus) Twenty months I kept accounts And in the end they'll balance out Sometimes I vomit happy memories Sometimes I laugh out loud just to crack

Not Sport Chumbawamba

Not Sport Birds strung on barbed wire hanging in the sun Grouse moors trampled to the crack of guns Greyhounds snapping at a hare on the run Corpse of a fox when the day is done It's killing for

The Big Issue Chumbawamba

This is the girl who Lost the house which Paid to the man who Put up the rent and Threw out the girl to Feather his own sweet home She's a clueless social climber Likes the wrong side of the bed

All In Vain Chumbawamba

"I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish (Repeats) But it's all in vain" (Repeats) Different colors, different faces Different schools in different places Scour the morning papers, all in vain Evening

Love Me Chumbawamba

friendly uncle good with kids good ol' paternalist pop Good cop bad cop good cop bad cop good cop good cop I was a wannabe and wannabes don't know what they want to be I needn't have worried 'cos the man

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.

Waiting, Shouting Chumbawamba

queues and queues They spell my name wrong It's not for art's sake And every truth told Black mark on black mark You love to chew on This bread and butter You crunch your numbers And push your papers

After Shelley Chumbawamba

But where's the man with the character, as can take a punch on the nose and keep his temper, keep control of himself?"

Memories of Shilts Chumbawamba

Memories of Shilts England's goalkeeper since Gordon Banks Consistent, reliable, a safe pair of hands But despite all his saves and all his acrobatics I can't help recalling something more dramatic

Ashes to Ashes Chumbawamba

Ashes to Ashes The bowler's running in, the batsman lights a fag He keeps a packet handy and it's lodged inside his pad Because it's written in his contract that after every over He has to have

Tubby Barlow Chumbawamba

eyes Alone in the schoolyard eating his pride In third place as they reach the turn His arms ache and his chest burns Kids are cheering from the balcony Tubby's oblivious, all he can see Is that

I'm Coming Out Chumbawamba

dig the grave up Ahh, let's have a shake up Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out I had a fling with doris day I'm coming out I almost got her in the family way I'm coming out I gotta see what the papers

Irish Joke Chumbawamba

Sick and tired of Irish jokes He said farewell to all his folks (bye bye) Left his home to have some fun Packed his clothes and a gatling gun Secretly, with ill intent Into the House of Parliament

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

The Birmingham Six Chumbawamba

thrown in, the serious questions about to begin He was kicked and hit and punched from all sides, spread-eagled against the wall They kicked him and hit him again, a voice from the dark said, "Stretch his

Karl Marx Never Made The Squad Chumbawamba

company directors All these so called "revolutionaries" Who are too busy with the uprising to see what's going on Will be shocked to discover that at this very moment Ron Pickering is preparing a crack

LAUGHING (Never Stopped Mix) Chumbawamba

All queueing up for the knacker's yard Crack you face, laugh out loud For a few brief words and a few short lines I was taken to the coliseum, fed to the lions.

Slag Aid Chumbawamba

Lighton right up to that cross and leave him hanging there Till the vultures come down and pick his eyes off his can, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!

City Man City Chumbawamba

City Man City City, city, city City, Man city Living in the city Manchester city Colin Bell, Frannie Lee Neil Young, Mike Summerbee Rodney Marsh, Alan Oakes Tommy Booth and Tony Book City,

Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire Chumbawamba

The Old Barbed Wire If you want to find the general I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the general I know where he is He's pinning another medal on his

Benefits of the Game Chumbawamba

Benefits of the Game Whilst Robson plays his Sharp CD And Beardsley paints his lounge "hint of green" And the big clubs dream of a Superleague Of Keegan's "reasonable" three thousand a week But

The Triumph Of General Ludd Chumbawamba

The Triumph Of General Ludd No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood His feats I do little admire I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd Now the hero of Nottingham Shire Those engines

Tearing Up Zoo Chumbawamba

Man puts up more barriers, creates his world, denies another. Animal, unwilling captive, mirrors how the captors live. Prisoner, imprisoner, it's only the cage sides makes us different.

Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public Chumbawamba

Heseltine Meets His Public Mr.

We Don't Go To God's House Anymore Chumbawamba

Driving on the bypass to Damascus I saw a preacher trying to hitch a ride With a pair of broken wings And a suitcase full of sins He gathered up his dreams and jumped inside Pulling Malatesta from his

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

Song Of The Government Minister Who Enjoys His Wor Chumbawamba

Song Of The Government Minister Who Enjoys His Work Test the water feel the ground Send the tax collectors round Fill the coffers pound by pound A surer way to keep in line The rabble who spend

Enough Is Enough Chumbawamba

Enough Is Enough Open your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot Trying and trying to get this damn thing done. It can't done.

Stitch That (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

husband She started to stitch with a girlish thrill With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill She pinned and tucked with an iron will All around her sleeping husband Husband awoke with a pain in his

Pop Star Kidnap Chumbawamba

Pop Star Kidnap A phonebox rendezvous, don't whisper a word Half a million by Monday Or Roger Waters gets it My little baby, they cut off his ear Half a million by Tuesday, then Don't whisper

Lying In The Dirt Chumbawamba

One - Manf Ugga-Ugga Freaks Out Man grabbed hold of the wrong end of the branch and it snapped Man was fallen down Fallen down to the ground, to the brown He felt a right dick lying in the dirt of

A Morality Play Chumbawamba

Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light.

Fight The Alton Bill! Chumbawamba

But not beyond the eighteenth week if Alton has his way. 'Have you considered what you're going to lose? Do you realize what you're asking me to do? Are there medical reasons?

Morality Play In Three Acts Chumbawamba

Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light.

Universal Soldier Chumbawamba

who's to live and who's to die And he never sees the writing on the wall But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at Le Val Without him Caesar would have stood alone He's the one who gives his