On Being Pushed Chumbawamba

On Being Pushed I never could stand to be pushed!

Tubby Barlow Chumbawamba

Tubby Barlow Posed like swallows before a dive Five lanes, and on the left hand side Stands Tubby Barlow wet with fear Not quite sure what he's doing there On your marks, get set, and they're

Horses For Courses Chumbawamba

Horses For Courses Cut and clipped to make you sleek Whipped and brushed from stall to track Laden down with heavy pack Or carrying rider on your back And finally your neck is broken Pushed too

Here's The Rest Of Your Life Chumbawamba

your enemy When you're at war There are moments in all of our lives Tiny sparks still deep inside When a new-born baby cries When you're watching clouds in a summer sky The first time you walked out on

Ever Heard the One About the Pacemaker? Chumbawamba

Never good enough to win the race He was always asked to make the pace Speeding off then left behind To watch someone else win the golden mile Tired of always being forgotten Whilst others got the

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

House Plants Chumbawamba

House Plants But it's shit we don't see it though we watch it on the telly Every day We give our heroes license to kill in reality Just like on TV And we wish we were in his shoes 'cos he gets

Catastrophe Reality Chumbawamba

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 on

Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public Chumbawamba

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 all's said and done They're all worn out From being

Flesh and Blood and Feelings Chumbawamba

butchered Indians White is Anglo-American apartheid Blue is the "Gee, I'll die for my country" mentality That made it all possible Our history, made from other people's misery Our history, built on

The Wasteland Chumbawamba

The Wasteland Said the party to the ad-man We'll conjure up a gimmick The way to lead an ass Is with a carrot and a stick Dig down for minorities Promise them concessions Ride in on their backs

Wormkind Chumbawamba

helping of brown And life continued to grow and flourish From brown to green, from green to brown Like, like the seasons And was regenerating, always regenerating The earth was everybody's home Every being

Smalltown Chumbawamba

And every morning comes too soon All your nights are sleepless Poison arrows To ruin your tomorrows Below suspicion Cafes full of people dressed as spies And all I know Is guilt for being different

Why Are We Still In Ireland? Chumbawamba

Our settlers calling our kingdom great Our banners raised on high Baptized with the tide of history That won't lie down and die Words from our own good book to help us get by The sacrifice of our

The ABCs of Anarchism Chumbawamba

Conclusion Look people, you heard it on the radio I get... You seen it on the TV show Uh oh OK, A B I O C O C C C...

The Birmingham Six Chumbawamba

Does 'innocent till proven guilty' have any meaning at all When you're alone in a police house surrounded by cops being kicked around like a ball In a dark windowless room half a dozen detectives were

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

Hey! You! Outside, Now! Chumbawamba

times No money for the arts No money for a bonus And my car won't start The taxman cometh And the landlord too Now something better change I've got things to do (Chorus) Scratched record carries on

Hey! You! Outside Now! Chumbawamba

hard times No money for the arts No money for a bonus And my car won't start The taxman cometh And the landlord too Now something better change I've got things to do (Chorus) Scratched record carries on

Sports Chumbawamba

Sports When racing fast it's easy enough To make a wrong decision Just be sure that when you crash You're on television You're on television You're on television You're on television

In The Thick Of It Chumbawamba

In The Thick Of It Chap aged twenty-three Some pieces of my mind I can be so happy just lying down Back to the brown, looking up at the stars On a clear summer's night I can think wow!

Top Of The World (Ol?Ol?Ol? Chumbawamba

Words on a postcard from far away Spoke of a time long ago Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go I'm a taxi driver I'm a postal worker I'm an office cleaner I'm a striking docker

Waiting, Shouting Chumbawamba

your money Don't call me stupid Not big, not clever Mean can mean awkward It's Wigan Pier here I'm not for jumping See candid camera Sees next to nothing (Chorus) You keep me waiting I keep on

Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire Chumbawamba

Hanging On 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

Drugs Chumbawamba

Drugs All the runners running downhill All the throwers with strap-on muscles Gold, silver, and bronze To the designer-drugs and anabolic steroids Random testing doesn't exist No promoters will

Polo Chumbawamba

Polo Polo has the biggest pitch of any ball game Polo has the biggest idiots On the biggest pitch of any ball game Polo has the biggest idiots With the biggest bank accounts On the biggest pitch

Just Look At Me Now (Borstal Boy Mix) Chumbawamba

(Borstal Boy Mix) Don't tell me lies, I don't need fingerprints So tighten up your coats before you catch your death of cold Throw away your books They're building windmills three miles up Out on

Knit Your Own Balaclava Chumbawamba

Knit Your Own Balaclava Twelve stitches in sixteen rows Two inches overpacking on number ten needles Cast one hundred twenty one stitches And knit one, purl one, repeat to the end Knit one, purl

Just Look At Me Now Chumbawamba

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 Three miles up Out on

Rip It Up Chumbawamba

I could go on and on But I've just bought the latest When Sunday Comes Kick up the R's! Northern Light! City Gent! Voice Of The Valley! The Crooked Spirite! Eagle Eye! And The Pie!

Cartrouble Chumbawamba

Cartrouble Big tall courthouse, a clock upon the wall A hammer on the table and a copper on the door A judge in front and a jury at the side A judge in front and a jury at the side A judge in

Studmarks on the Summits Chumbawamba

Studmarks on the Summits Business bought the athletes out With gold medals and role models Drugs and media and national pride Why join in when you can watch it on TV?

Ladies For Compassionate Lynching Chumbawamba

Ladies For Compassionate Lynching We're the ladies for compassionate lynching We fight for all the things we believe We spend all of our time on your talk shows We put the stickers on your record

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

One By One (Acoustic Version) Chumbawamba

Version) One by one the ships come sailing in One by one the ships go sailing out We live for words and die for words Principles we can afford When all our Brothers turn to Lords Whose side are you on

Home With Me Chumbawamba

Your world, my world (Repeats) San Christobal on New Year's Day Sunny beach, L.A.

Man Papers His Crack Chumbawamba

Come on, come unclean, man!

Georgina Chumbawamba

Georgina's cooking supper for her husband All her friends are coming 'round to see the show Because the thief she calls a husband won't be hungry When he sees what's on the end of his fork (Chorus)

Mouthful of Shit Chumbawamba

the joker with the card Good call What's the crack, what's the damage done today From the commons to the common a banana skin away Knock it back knock it out Chuck a nightmare dart Quiet Compere on

Good Afternoon and Welcome to White Hart Lane Chumbawamba

Good Afternoon and Welcome to White Hart Lane After wading through the flooded toilets To stand on the crumbling concrete steps Wind and rain beating in your face You mumble football's favorite

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

Mouthful Of Shit (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

the joker with the card Good call What's the crack, what's the damage done today From the commons to the common a banana skin away Throw it up, throw it out Chuck a nightmare dart Quiet Compere on

How To Get Your Band On Television Chumbawamba

How To Get Your Band On Television I'm the Boss of the company And I've got hunger working for me Listen and you'll begin to understand I built my profits on stolen land It's the economics of

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

One By One Chumbawamba

One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out We live for words and die for words Principles we can afford When all our Brothers turn to Lords Whose side are you on

Hear No Bullshit (On Fire Mix) Chumbawamba

Hear No Bullshit (On Fire Mix) Thanks to Richard Davies and Luther Gaylord for help; this was a tough one, so advance apologies for any mistakes. Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear!

A Lament to the Best Chumbawamba

I dreamed of you dribbling past City's back four And leaving Joe Corrigan fumbling on the floor And the Stretford End singing "More! Bestie! More!" Where are you now George?

Jingle Smells Chumbawamba

Jingle Smells The blanket shit coverage we get on TV Sells us paradise, buy buy buy buy buy buy it They steal our lives and sell them back to us As one big happy contraceptive pill-popping party

That's How Grateful We Are Chumbawamba

OK, this one's called "Whitewash" When was the very first time you saw Chumbawamba? In my dreams! Ha!

Look! No Strings! Chumbawamba

High above the streets and houses Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross