The Tennis Racket Chumbawamba

The Tennis Racket Sat with strawberries and cream Listening to all the players scream From right to left and left to right "The ball was in!" "No, it was out!"

Rebel Rebel Chumbawamba

Rebel Rebel Every one of them, one in a million Blaze a trail and tear up the past Thank heaven for devils and sporting rebels Count the black sheep, and stuff the rest Shoot your mouth off, get

The Fun In Games Chumbawamba

The Fun In Games The little leagues, the spare-time sports Works teams and pub teams Sandwiches for the darts competition Oranges at half time Spare time tennis, scrambling on fields Hustle and

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

Synthetiseur Housse De Racket

Synthétiseur Synthétiseur Synthétiseur Synthétiseur Je suis une star J'arrête le tennis Je sors ma guitare Je m'appelle Elvis Je suis une star J'arrête le tennis Je sors ma guitare

Racket 글렌체크(Glen Check)

your heart beats over the net line heart beats over the net line your heart beats over the net line heart beats over the net line your heart beats over the net line heart beats over the net line

Racket Glen Check

your heart beats over the net line heart beats over the net line your heart beats over the net line heart beats over the net line eeh, ah, eh, ah

Tennis Chris Rea

Tennis In the morning madness and the stabbing light She pours the coffee and she says "What was wrong with you last night?"

The Racket Lucy Rose

It’s not always breezy Took it for granted Life ain’t always what you were handed Don’t be so easily offended There’s somethings I learnt to live with cause somethings can’t be changed Cause I make the

Beautiful Racket Mary Chapin Carpenter

to have dreams of settin' the world on fire All you want now is peace of mind And a beautiful racket an' whispers and roars The bitter and sweet between the truces and the wars The noise and the quiet

Protection Racket Napalm Death

For the common good That glare so piercing It will burn through your back Reach re educate the soul Even though this is feigned because you need to be taken to task Obscure my face In shadows I'll

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

The Morning After (The Night Before) Chumbawamba

The Morning After (The Night Before) Unholy Sunday a winter's day Mine is the kingdom Church bells ring a million miles away Forever and ever Nowhere to go, nothing to do But stay here warm in

On The Day The Nazi Died Chumbawamba

We're told that after the war The Nazis vanished without a trace But the Italians are facist Still dream of a master race The history books they tell Of their defeat at '45 But they all came out of the

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

Seoul Music Chumbawamba

Seoul Music There'll be new events in Seoul '88 Throwing the molotov and the hundred meter loot Hurdling over barricades putting the brick Vaulting over riot cops in the peoples Olympics The people

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!

Homophobia Acapella (Live) Chumbawamba

Homophobia Acapella (Live) 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

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

Jacobs Ladder Chumbawamba

Jacob's ladder Like rusty old nails At the bottom of the sea Telling no tales For the good of the Admiralty You jump when you're told to Through the open door And the King of Norway He's the

Jacob's Ladder Chumbawamba

Jacob's ladder Like rusty old nails At the bottom of the sea Telling no tales For the good of the Admiralty You jump when you're told to Through the open door And the King of Norway He's the man you all

Homophobia Chumbawamba

Homophobia Ta, a song about how brilliant and how powerful deviant sexuality is Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet

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?

Come On Baby (Let's Do The Revolution) Chumbawamba

Come on baby, let's do the revolution Six for the record, and seven for the t-shirt A picture of the band And a ticket for the promised land Watching all the bouncers Systematically beating up the dancers

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

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

The World Turned Upside Down Chumbawamba

The World Turned Upside Down In sixteen forty-nine to St.

Changing Gears Chumbawamba

Changing Gears From the deepest to the highest Battling for the yellow vest Changing gears rapidly Ten seconds to change a wheel King of the Mountains Queen of the flats Sprinting for the line

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

Lester Piggot, Cell Block No. 9 Chumbawamba

Lester Piggot, Cell Block No. 9 The millionaires are closing ranks Tax-dodging in the race to the bank Listen for the slamming of the stable doors After the horse has bolted Trapped fingers, and

Where Did the Chinaman Go? Chumbawamba

Where Did the Chinaman Go? Where did the chinaman go? Where did the chinaman go?

Invasion Chumbawamba

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 We'll have to be ready to give it all back And

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

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

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.

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

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

Groundhopping Chumbawamba

Groundhopping Another Sunday match again Another Merseyside clash again It's the 36th this season By my calculations That's when I made the decision To stay in the lower divisions Travelling

Look! No Strings! Chumbawamba

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' That was the Armley tabernacle choir.

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

The Candidates Find Common Ground Chumbawamba

The Candidates Find Common Ground Full employment, slave labor, and schemes An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream But lets keep Britain working--either way we must keep Britain working

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

Sometimes Plunder Chumbawamba

Sometimes Plunder Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot The fridge was bare, the dog was bones Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman

Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public Chumbawamba

Heseltine you drove into our town The northern rain always drizzling down Shoppers at the window stopped to look As you signed another copy of your book 'Cause you have all the power And you have

Mad Max Chumbawamba

Mad Max Dipping into his Filofax He wonders who he can buy next "C'mon, Play the game the Maxwell way And you'll never lose, come what may" There'll be the Maxwell League And the Maxwell Cup

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

And this is where the serious fun begins.'

Lying In The Dirt Chumbawamba

Lying In The Dirt Chapt.

Smash Clause 29! Chumbawamba

I saw the Queen and all her coutiers cooking up new laws; I saw the corridors of power, with closets wall-to-wall; And I saw the truth, the truth, behind the Emperor's new Clause!

Ah-men Chumbawamba

Ah-men A visionary 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

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