Three Years Later Chumbawamba

Three Years Later One, two, three years later Complacency sets in He patiently sits in Watching the telly Thursday to Thursday Radio turnsday (?)

Hey! You! Outside, Now! Chumbawamba

One year later This queue never moved I've got well dressed slugs Crawling over my shoes And all these bouncers Pushing me around Well I'll huff and I'll puff I'll blow your house down In these

Hey! You! Outside Now! Chumbawamba

One year later This queue never moved I've got well dressed slugs Crawling over my shoes And all these bouncers Pushing me around Well I'll huff and I'll puff I'll blow your house down In these hard times

Jacobs Ladder Chumbawamba

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 died for (Chorus) On this Jacob's Ladder The only way up is down Three

Jacob's Ladder Chumbawamba

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 died for On this Jacob's Ladder The only way up is down Three

Always Tell The Voter What The Voter Wants To Hear Chumbawamba

If you'd like to put a question to the candidates the number to ring is oh five three two seven seven nine six four three You want jobs? I've got jobs! Hospitals? Top of my list!

Sewing Up Crap Chumbawamba

about child's play Count the birthdays A stitch in time says 'Just look the other way' The rules of this game Say you don't know her name Chain, chain, chain (Repeats) We'll span a hundred years

Orienteering Chumbawamba

Orienteering Compass, whistle, cagoul, map Count your steps along the track To checkpoint one Checkpoint two Checkpoint three and back Compass bearing sou-sou-west Choose the route you think

Chartist Anthem Chumbawamba

Chartist Anthem A hundred years, a thousand years, we're marching on the road The going isn't easy yet, we've got a heavy load, oh we've got a heavy load The way is blind with blood and sweat, and

Shoot Chumbawamba

The soldiers called a truce For a Christmas game of football Instead of fighting their pointless war Instead of fighting their pointless war Pointless war, pointless war, pointless war A general later

Face Jumping Chumbawamba

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 a barrel of eggs And never crack a shell This sport was later

Reuters (Wire, 1977) Chumbawamba

The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive, and sooner or later the end will arrive. This is your war correspondent running out of tape, gunfire increasing, looting, burning, rape.

Idris Strike Song Chumbawamba

right the wrong And now we shan't be long Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray Master Willy, master Willy You must give in once again It was wrong to sack a woman With two children to maintain Thirteen years

Never Do What You Are Told Chumbawamba

Never Do What You Are Told One two three four One two Three four Let's go!

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

Graham Hill Chumbawamba

Graham Hill For twenty years Graham Hill Risking life and limb Drove the circuits of the world And they said it would kill him "Going so fast is a fine way to win But one crash could make a mockery

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.

K-2 (Indian Restaurant) Chumbawamba

Years of lies, dumb and blind Caged, bound and ready to ruck Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked It's easy in numbers to make racist jokes ANd you have to prove to everyone you're one of the blokes No imagination

The Birmingham Six Chumbawamba

The Birmingham Six Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror Within three hours the British State found the first available scapegoats

One By One (Acoustic Version) Chumbawamba

You tell the world your hands are tied History three times denied A sea of changes three miles wide Whose side are you on?

Gobsmacked Chumbawamba

Gobsmacked Outside the pub Smack you in the gob Get four long years In Wormwood Scrubs Put me in a ring Fit me with gloves I get money and fame For doing what I love Smacking people in the

Bob Beamon Chumbawamba

Bob Beamon Three steps forward, two steps back Oblivious to all around Psyching up for the big jump Breathing getting deeper Then charging down the track Hitting the board just right All that

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

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

One By One Chumbawamba

You tell the world your hands are tied History three times denied A sea of changes three miles wide Whose side are you on?

In Praise of Sumo Chumbawamba

In Praise of Sumo Like two gigantic Buddhas Someone carved from jelly Huge yet nimble Strong yet gentle They pace the sawdust circle No flicker of emotion Huge yet nimble Strong yet gentle Years

Rubens Has Been Shot Chumbawamba

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree How bent your branches seem to be Nineteen twenty-one and all's well Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell One bullet straight through the heart Rubens

Slap ! Chumbawamba

One, two, three, four Slap Fleet Street fell in love But the girl proved hard to get Took a seat at the old boy's club But wouldn't share the bed Cuppas for the troops Bubbly-gum and wire Trojan horses

Stitch That (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

Version) A husband came home drunk each night And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white He thrashed her to within an inch of her life Then he slept like a log, did her husband One, two, three

Rubens Has Been Shot! Chumbawamba

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree How bent your branches seem to be Nineteen twenty-one and all's well Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell One bullet straight through the heart

Slap! Chumbawamba

One, two, three, four Slap Fleet Street fell in love But the girl proved hard to get Took a seat at the old boy's club But wouldn't share the bed Cuppas for the troops Bubbly-gum and wire Trojan

Adversity Chumbawamba

Adversity Thirty years of the same old shit Of music, money, hit after hit Smiles, lies, sales, walls That's thirty years of rock and roll They changed it's name once or twice Get rebellious

Just Look At Me Now Chumbawamba

Look At Me Now 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

Piggies In Revolution 9 Chumbawamba

Number nine, number nine, num... and a three man... number nine...

Just Look At Me Now (Borstal Boy Mix) Chumbawamba

Just Look At Me Now (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

Knit Your Own Balaclava Chumbawamba

two, purl two, knit two, purl two Knit two, purl two, knit two, purl two Continue 'til work measures twenty-five centimeters Finishing on the wrong side row Cast off twenty-eight, cross on thirty-three

How To Get Your Band On Television Chumbawamba

puppet-masters who pull the strings Who makes the money when the puppets sing Ask the corporations where does the money go Ask the empty-bellied children what are we singing for And Cliff Richard, three

Poverty Knock Chumbawamba

(Repeat chorus) Oh dear, my poor head it sings I should have woven three strings My threads are breaking and my back is aching Oh dear, I wish I had wings Poverty poverty knock Poverty poverty knock

Universal Soldier Chumbawamba

(Buffy Sainte-Marie, 1966) He's five feet two and he's six feet four He fights with missiles and with spears He's all of thirty-one and he's always seventeen He's been a soldier for a thousand years

Sugar Daddy Chumbawamba

Sugar Daddy The plantations in ex-colonial governmant land where 'Empire Made' had given way, with the years, to the more subtle multinational approach.

Thorn-EMI Lighting Chumbawamba

Raw materials are running out, there'll be no more tungsten to put in light bulbs Because the light bulb companies used it up, making light bulbs which run out Instead of making ones which last for years

Dumbing Down Chumbawamba

What's the point of seventy years? Absolutely pointless... It's me trousers! That's it

Stitch That! Chumbawamba

paul mccartney's stamping footsteps as well. sad as we are. the imitated loop was the 'theft' issue for having it on the album as an adendum. the words were hurriedly sung in two takes and it was only later

All Mixed Up Chumbawamba

my Mephistophelles, the papers sealed in blood Like I got a transfer deal the lad done good (Chorus) Good King Danbert at the helm His face on every coin of the realm And every time we sing, it's three

Colliers March Chumbawamba

carve And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve Such other feelings in every land Nothing necessities coal can withstand And riots are certain to sadden the year When six penny loaves are three

Flesh and Blood and Feelings Chumbawamba

Flesh and Blood and Feelings Margaret Thatcher lives in Ronald Reagan's underpants She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan To make the UK like big brother USA Where selfmade men run

Walking the Penine Way Chumbawamba

it's nature's own glue It got to me, it did, and by the end of day, too I thought, I'm only carrying on so that I can say If I've done nothing else, I've walked the Penine way But I did it seven years

A Morality Play Chumbawamba

Act three, 'I am the lord of the dance,' said he. John the Baptist, dripping wet, playing sir politick-would-be. Backslapping, backsliding, back to basic instincts, backfiring.

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!