Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public Chumbawamba

Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public Mr.

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 Micheal Heseltine

Slag Aid Chumbawamba

garden path To Beverly Hills nine oh one oh, you know, you know Fill the world with silver media Ladies and Gentlemen, our special guest tonight He's come all the way, put your hands together for Mr

New York Mining Disaster 1941 Chumbawamba

New York Mining Disaster 1941 In the event of something happening to me There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr.

Flesh and Blood and Feelings Chumbawamba

underpants She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan To make the UK like big brother USA Where selfmade men run everything and this is what they say "Once upon a time, we had an idea Mr

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

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

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

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

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

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

Man Papers His Crack Chumbawamba

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

Salome (Let's Twist Again) Chumbawamba

Part punk part god almighty Part fuck you part Mr. X ray eyes - I didn't choose to be Shouting for a living, it happened Something snapped; and I don't know why Too many slaps? Too many priests?

Song Of The Times Chumbawamba

their face as if they were a thief (Repeat chorus) Alas how altered are the times, rich men despise the poor And pay them off without remorse quite scornful at their door And if a man is out of work his

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

Timebomb (Jimmy Echo Vocal) Chumbawamba

And all the timebombs They're all dancing to the same song In a world full of no-ones I am someone (Repeat chorus 2) (Repeat chorus 1) (Repeat chorus 1) London bridge is falling down Thank you Mr

Timebomb Chumbawamba

chorus 1) And all the timebombs They're all dancing to the same song In a world full of no-ones I am someone (Repeat chorus 2) (Repeat chorus 1) (Repeat chorus 1) London bridge is falling down Thank you Mr

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

Shot Chumbawamba

But the golfer is busy watching As his ball lands in the sand

Michaelangelo Chumbawamba

Michaelangelo Michaelangelo was a genius Artist, architect, physician The darling of the Florentine scene Inventor, scientist, mathematician But less well-known are his regular stints With Florence

One By One Chumbawamba

our town Up to the dockyards to see the picket line We asked him to help but he just turned around He's the leader of the union now Leader of the union All of our questions he ignored He washed his

Give The Anarchist A Cigarette Chumbawamba

a little bit of Give the anarchist a cigarette 'Cause that's as close as he's ever going to get Bobby just hasn't earned it yet The times are changing but he just forgets He's going to choke on his

Farewell to the Crown Chumbawamba

Poacher come with his poacher's gun Out in the woods to shoot someone "My lord your time has come" Right between the eyes!

Stitch That! Chumbawamba

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 When her husband awoke with a pain in his

An Psalm Chumbawamba

For his name's sake, yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they confort me.

Mouthful of Shit Chumbawamba

you were on fire (Repeat) (Repeat chorus) Up your ronson Take a tab With a flash of Zippo light Catch the hip parade passing to the Polaroids right Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his

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,

Colliers March Chumbawamba

from theirselves the black gentry stepped out With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout The prince of the party who revelled from home Was a terrible fellow and called Irish Thom He brandished his

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

Mouthful Of Shit (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

you if you were on fire, fire (Repeat chorus) Up your ronson Take a tab With a flash of Zippo light Through the hip parade passing to the Polaroids right The manic little rebel got a bottle in his

Scapegoat Chumbawamba

half-whispered Half-remembered lie Where truth is a luxury They can't afford to buy Scapegoat Looking for a scapegoat There's always someone else for you to blame Backed into a corner He barricades his

Love Me Chumbawamba

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 upstairs was looking out for me God gave me the finger with his

School Team Chumbawamba

out Playing other schools But they'd never take me on the bus Although I begged them to Of course they'd all return With talk of Robbo's goals And how little Nobby Forder Took the defense all on his