Look! No Strings! Chumbawamba

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

Kinnochio Chumbawamba

La la la la la la la la la la la la la Eager for power and groveling for votes You could measure his popularity by the increasing size of his nose A dancing puppet grafted in wood Controlled by strings

Timebomb (Jimmy Echo Vocal) Chumbawamba

Everybody look what's going down Stop now, what's that sound? Wow!

Timebomb Chumbawamba

Everybody look what's going down Stop now, what's that sound? Wow!

Babbernation Chumbawamba

Babbernation I'm out in the country for a walk one day I get the urge and I've got to go I look around, make sure no one's around I pull down my pants and I face the ground I think, well, we all

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

Never Do What You Are Told Chumbawamba

This coat my royal gown A stolen hand-me-down No need to scrape and bow We can be heroes now For more than just one day And here's how Look both ways when crossing roads Don't wear slippers 'til

Sugar Daddy Chumbawamba

Now look, first we forget the tueweekie beans and scrap these little plots here. And we can take a road right through and start planting sugar cane all the way up to that hillside.

Stagnation Chumbawamba

Stagnation Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing

Declaring Peace Chumbawamba

Declaring Peace Whisper the words of wisdom no more Speak the words of wisdom no more Shout the words of wisdom no more The governments of the world agree That people need bombs and banks and

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

Adversity Chumbawamba

Shhh Product sells, people die Same revolution, wrapped in lies In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and roles The biggest prizes to the biggest fools Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings 'Who

Just Look At Me Now Chumbawamba

Just 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

Act With Mother Chumbawamba

She's my mother, and I love her, 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

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!

Saying No Chumbawamba

Saying No And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find Of saying no to the ways of governments and multinational companies And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can

Sewing Up Crap Chumbawamba

I don't know (Repeats) Chain, chain, chain (Repeats) A cut-price empire Clean-cut lines A perfect body And a dirty mind The rules of this game Say we all look the same Chain, chain, chain

Invasion Chumbawamba

talked of control and the terrible drought And the way that the west would bail them out Then he stopped smiling and talked conditions Of mutual aid, and American wishes Sending in aid with sewn-on strings

Awake Chumbawamba

Awake There isn't any light at the end of the tunnel Open your eyes, go and have a look There isn't any light at the end of the tunnel If you open our eyes, you might get a surprise It's all staring

Social Dogma Chumbawamba

Social Dogma I'm just scraping the social dogma from the bottom of my soul No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm Can you name him?

Why Are We Still In Ireland? Chumbawamba

sacrifice of our daily bread The hallowed be our domain For ever and ever the powers use their glory To chain our minds again Our lads growing into our men The unicorn stands triumphant But if we look

Dutiful Servants And Political Masters Chumbawamba

Dutiful Servants And Political Masters One, two, one, two, three, four Things were rather different in great grandfather's day He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay

Dutiful Servants & Political Masters Chumbawamba

One, two, one, two, three, four Things were rather different in great grandfather's day He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay He took everything they owned and yet still

Isolation Chumbawamba

working together We can change this world by changing ourselves Make our hands one hand Resist and realize We are not isolated by distance But by the fear of the consequences of honesty Too scared to look

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...

Barry John Chumbawamba

Look! Barry John is related to me! Alright! Not by blood, but still related to me! Listen! This is very important to me!" Woah! Woah...

How To Get Your Band On Television Chumbawamba

trees Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease There's only one mountain in the rock and roll business Ladies and Gentlemen, and it's Mick Jagger Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings

Commercial Break Chumbawamba

Break I'm the wife of the boss of the company And I always make my husband answer to me With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree The main problem is, they're not civilized, you see Look

The Health And Happiness Show Chumbawamba

It's a no-no I've gotta heave-ho I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato Gene genie, rogue soya beanie Get thee behind me patent margarinie Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to

Health & Happiness Show Chumbawamba

It's a no-no I've gotta heave-ho I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato Gene genie, rogue soya beanie Get thee behind me patent margarinie Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to

The Health & Happiness Show Chumbawamba

It's a no-no I've gotta heave-ho I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato Gene genie, rogue soya beanie Get thee behind me patent margarinie Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and

Nadzeroon El Babo Chumbawamba

Look around you, see what they do to the forest. We have ourselves, Peep, and each other, and that's all.

Thorn-EMI Lighting Chumbawamba

Thorn-EMI Lighting 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

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

Hopscotch Chumbawamba

Now this is where it all begins A piece of chalk and a boot-polish tin Hit the streets, no time to wait Draw them squares out, 1 to 8 Hopscotch!

One Way Or The Other Chumbawamba

No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats) One way or the other Something's got to change Humdrum has a stammer Saying 'w-w-w-whatever' One way or the other No pretty please, pretty pretty

Mannequin Chumbawamba

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, you're an energy void, a black hole to avoid No

Heartbreak Hotel Chumbawamba

lonely, baby Now baby so lonely Now baby so lonely, I could die Now, the bellhops tears keep flowing The desk clerk's dressed in black Well, they've been so long on Lonely Street They never, never look

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

Just Us Mix Chumbawamba

Just Us Mix Justice, injustice Justice, injustice Drip feed democracy, and collective amnesia A cocktail of beatings, imprisonment, and poverty Bitter medicine, no longer disguised with a spoonful

The Tennis Racket Chumbawamba

"No, it was out!" 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!"

World Turned Upside Down Chumbawamba

thoughts came on my slumber, strange thoughts came in my head This world seemed topsy-turvey and people of reknown Were doing the most peculiar things as they world turned upside down I dreamt there was no

Song Of The Hardworking Community Registration Off Chumbawamba

Song Of The Hardworking Community Registration Officer I knock on doors See curtains move Time wins wars each name is proof I could tell tales The tricks they use Cut no ice, I take what's due

WWW Dot Chumbawamba

A new religion, no beat no rhythm Just Wal-Mart wall to wall A Kodak baby in the land of plenty Honey, I blew up the world With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a

Don't Pass Go Chumbawamba

All stitched up by a thin blue line"(Repeats) Well the facts said 'yes' But the judge said 'no' Go straight to jail And don't pass go He didn't understand And he told them so Go straight to jail

Never Let Go Chumbawamba

Never Let Go These red azaleas Never grew so tall This well of loneliness Could rise and drown us all (Chorus) There is no right or wrong Things fall as they do Pulled by the sun and the moon

I Want More Chumbawamba

No hurry So sorry Don't worry Bite-size china Tea or tartar Lipstick traces Table set to bless Sweet charity Lukewarm whisper Still-life platter Under heavy manners This is Tearoom England

Flesh and Blood and Feelings Chumbawamba

Where selfmade men run everything and this is what they say "Once upon a time, we had an idea Mr Big thought it was a damn good idea Together we made the idea strong And before too long they could do no

The Good Ship Lifestyle Chumbawamba

There is no First Mate...

Slag Aid Chumbawamba

John Lighton AKA Johnny Rotten He's got a new book out, no McLaren, no Matlock, no Dignity Well we got a surprise for him tonight 'Cause we're gonna do the business, and we take no prisoners 'Cause