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Games Were Fun Chumbawamba Games Were Fun How come all the best athletes Had the poshest kits While the slow, fat, thin, and spotty ones Had shorts that didn't fit? 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 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 We Don't Go To God's House Anymore Chumbawamba And this is where the serious fun begins.' Fun & Games Barenaked Ladies We kept it off radar Because we had to say our Intentions were to save the day. Why did you fail to see? 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 fun P.E. Chumbawamba The new games tutor was like any other teacher Same blatant ideology they're trying to install in you At every opportunity they'd press us to compete Taught to butt and how to kick and how to stamp Changing Gears Chumbawamba The simplicity of the wheel Has created the bike On which you don't need to win To make it fun So don't get knackered Take it slow Don't worry about the vest Just enjoy the view 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 Tennis Racket Chumbawamba The money goes up the fun has gone There's a thousand pounds on every point And all the players bicker and shout "The ball was in!" "No, it was out!" Eddie The Eagle Chumbawamba or glory Just for taking part It's like when I was at school And we got beat 10-1 My dad would always say "At least you tried, son" And now there's a hero for those Who thought sport was never fun World Turned Upside Down Chumbawamba Turned Upside Down Through eating too much supper before I went to bed Strange thoughts came on my slumber, strange thoughts came in my head This world seemed topsy-turvey and people of reknown Were Drip, Drip, Drip Chumbawamba drip goes the water Take me in Throw me out Put me up Let me down Dark, satanic Run-of-the-mill Sing us a song And I'll send you the bill My nicotine grip My smokin' gun It's how I get my fun Amereicha Chumbawamba 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 on returning home from this precedent Were School Team Chumbawamba 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 own All the ninety minutes were Brian Chumbawamba Brian It's all about getting the ball in the back of the net, Brian I'm as sick as a parrot, Brian I'm over the moon, Brian Well, I think the lads were well worth a point, Brian At the end of Drip Drip Drip (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba the water (Repeat) Take me in Throw me out Put me up Let me down Dark, Satanic Run-of-the-mill Sing us a song And I'll send you the bill My nicotine grip My smokin' gun It's how I get my fun The Birmingham Six Chumbawamba horror Within three hours the British State found the first available scapegoats-- Five Irish men bound for Belfast, about to board the boat And this is their story, very sad, but true Of how six men were Wormkind Chumbawamba or fins or arms and legs And grew into animalkind, animalkind And creatures walked the earth And fish swam in the sea And birds flew in between trees That's how we came to be And pips and seeds were Face Jumping Chumbawamba 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 outlawed Permits were Mouthful of Shit Chumbawamba the court Putting beef vol-au-vents across the Union Jack Bolinger and Bitter says the colonies are back (Repeat chorus) You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were Look! No Strings! Chumbawamba 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 the sky (Chorus) Have your fun The Incompatibility of Sport and Cosmic Consciousn Chumbawamba in line I see the future in hands And I live off the land But I can't see Frank Bruno Asking me which star sign I think he is Whether you are physically Or mentally inclined Imagine what the fun Mouthful Of Shit (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba are back Chorus: Hear ya, I can't hear ya, I can't hear ya, I can't hear ya Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were Running Order Chumbawamba Running Order When you ran 'round the block And you thought you were going to die You said you'd never run again And then you had another try And you felt a little better 'Cause above all else Bella Ciao Chumbawamba ciao Drags my senses into the sunlight For there are things that I must do Wish me luck now, I have to leave you Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao With my friends now up to the city Were Barry John Chumbawamba Barry John Barry John was the king of Rugby Union He was fast and agile and extremely good-looking All you'd see would be a flash of red Wales were best, 'cause he used his head And knew exactly 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 Stitch That! Chumbawamba : the lyrics are partly nicked from a traditional song reinterpreted by martin carthy on an album i forget the name of - it's a lovely song. the reason it's on shhh in particular is because we were adamant The Triumph Of General Ludd Chumbawamba 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 of mischief were