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

Armchair Sport Chumbawamba

Armchair Sport When Grandstand's finished, and Sport On Two And there's nothing much left to do Too lazy to leave the armchair Can only manage to plug in the computer And pretend that this is

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

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

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

Ashes to Ashes Chumbawamba

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 a smoke just to satisfy the sponsor In a bid to save the sport

Awesome Wheels Chumbawamba

Now it's not a sport It's a saleable craze They're screwing us over In a million ways "Sign on the dotted line You know it pays" Who wants a skateboard? I'm giving mine away

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

Karl Marx Never Made The Squad Chumbawamba

twain shall meet This is a myth, propagated by the bourgeois wordsmiths Who never put a ball in the back of the net Who never padded up or picked up a bat Who never spent an afternoon watching their sport

Better Chumbawamba

Better Here's a good sport, it's easy to play And as good a way as any of throwing your money away Betting offices, men only Tobacco smoke and radio commentaries Betting companies first past the

How Dare They Call It Football? Chumbawamba

From Coca-Cola to TV politics Cruise missiles to chicken-in-buckets From words and images to advertising From Colonel Sanders to cop-car sirens And now the American Football circus More showbiz sport

The Englishman Abroad Chumbawamba

No excuse is good enough Arrogant, ignorant, insensibly pissed When you've nothing to prove, you prove it with your fists This is England's chief export Football hooligans--an embarrassment to the sport

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

Indoor League Chumbawamba

I can't make it the bar Too much sport you understand And too much beer I'll Sithi!

One-Sided Game Chumbawamba

siege So they'll never have a woman in the Football League There ain't nothing like a dame To the moral guardians of the game All the men they get together Squawking, balding birds of a feather Sport

I'm Not Sorry, I Was Having Fun Chumbawamba

Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got I'm not sorry I was having fun I'm not sorry I got that old time religion Where we still don't

Not The Girl I Used To Be Chumbawamba

Not The Girl I Used To Be (Chorus) Wondering Have I given up dreaming?

Mannequin Chumbawamba

Mannequin Well, you're a waste of space, your unnatural grace You're so bloody thin, you don't even begin To interest me, not even curiosity It's not animosity, you just don't interest me Well

In 2 Deep Jam Chumbawamba

In 2 Deep Jam Much of the general population recognizes that the organized institutions do not reflect their concerns or interests or needs They do not feel that they participate meaningfully in

Outsider Chumbawamba

Outsider I'm not alone, you're not alone You see me, you hear me There are millions think just like me

Sunday League Footy Chumbawamba

But you're exciting to watch, I'll give you that Not for a wage, not for fame Not for directors For the love of the game You chicken out You fluff the shot You fall and shout And foul a lot Let's

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 not

The Tennis Racket Chumbawamba

That's not what tennis is all about That's not what the game is all about Whether the ball was in or out That's not what tennis is all about You cannot be serious!

Awake Chumbawamba

the end of the tunnel If you open our eyes, you might get a surprise It's all staring you in the face Open your eyes, see your own light When the sunlight filters in my room, in the morning It's not

Lay People Chumbawamba

which nation we associate Doesn't matter what politics we love or hate We've still got to go to the toilet There's no way of getting 'round this I'm afraid We're all busy going to the toilet But not

We Support All Forms of Resistance Against This Ra Chumbawamba

cause As long as freedom is defined by laws We support all forms of resistance Against this racist system You tell us to sit and wait You say we have to beat the racists in open debate You say it's not

Coca-Colanisation Chumbawamba

Coca-Colanisation So I think, I mean, it's a nice sound It's a happy sound, and it's not doing anybody any harm

Insectkind Chumbawamba

Insectkind Chapter seven There's bugs on the house plants of the folks back home Insects are material, they're not inferior Insects are material, they're not inferior What do we want?

...And In A Nutshell Chumbawamba

...And In A Nutshell It's a happy sound And it's, uh, not doing anybody any harm But I think, I mean, it's a nice sound (repeat)

The ABCs of Anarchism Chumbawamba

The ABCs of Anarchism Conclusion There is a certain social process which is known and very visible but perhaps not acknowledged as much as it should be.

Barry John Chumbawamba

good-looking All you'd see would be a flash of red Wales were best, 'cause he used his head And knew exactly when to stop And he retired when he was on top Barry is my cousin, twice removed And that's not

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

Comic-Tragic-Magic Chumbawamba

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 But the comic tragic magic is I'm not

Act With Mother Chumbawamba

there's no other, mother earth, mother earth I used to watch, watch with mother, I grew up with her Now I'm grown up, I stand on my own two feet, but that's no reason to forget her By acting with mother not

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

House Plants Chumbawamba

Jane's dad closed the book 'Not another peep out of you tonight,' he whispered 'It's not fair,' thought Jane, 'why's it always the boys who get to do the exciting things?'

Shock! Horror! Chumbawamba

with the Daily Mirror 'The Facts Not The Fiction' boasts The Star The fact is that attacks on Asians and Blacks By people who read this racist crap Are higher than ever before --But you won't find

A Morality Play Chumbawamba

Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean.

Amereicha Chumbawamba

Amereicha In '36 the world's teams Played up, played up, and played the game Runners, jumpers, footballers All sieg-heilling the Fuhrer Not so the black Americans Who, point-blank, refused And

Why Are We Still In Ireland? Chumbawamba

look a little closer it's chained like a slave The lion was crowned king of this land That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage This history of the winning side written on every page It's not

Morality Play In Three Acts Chumbawamba

Morality Play In Three Acts Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean.

Mary, Mary Chumbawamba

It's raining stones It's raining bile From the luxury Of your denial So I don't deny I don't make do I'll press alarms Place bets on truth I'm so up and down And I love what's not allowed I

Love Me Chumbawamba

Love Me 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

The Best Is Yet To Come Chumbawamba

Play this song Everybody sing along Everybody sing along One half done One half done The best is yet to come (Repeat) Sometime soon Sometime soon Picking up the tune Picking up the tune It's not

The World Turned Upside Down Chumbawamba

theft and murder they took the land' 'Now everywhere the walls spring up at their command' 'They make the laws to chain us well' 'The clergy dazzle us with heaven or they damn us into hell' 'We will not

Farewell to the Crown Chumbawamba

Fell his master not by chance Away with pomp and circumstance Come join our merry dance To the rhythm of goodbye Farewell the jewel crown Farewell the velvet gown Watch it all come tumbling down

The Standing Still Chumbawamba

Still Once upon a time Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine Same old songs, same old cabaret A fairytale in Notting Hill Take your partners for the standing still Once upon a time Not

Song For Len Shakleton Chumbawamba

I'm not the kind of man Who'd live a quieter life Just for a minute's silence One, two, three, four Some say it all without a word Silence can be mightier than the sword They took the two

Song For Len Shackleton Chumbawamba

I'm not the kind of man Who'd live a quieter life Just for a minute's silence One, two, three, four Some say it all without a word Silence can be mightier than the sword They took the two three five They

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!