One Under Par Chumbawamba

One Under Par Away from work finding peace With a swing on the seventeenth lined with trees You're out playing golf for the day Hoping that with a bit of luck Someone will study a chemistry book

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

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

Eddie Waring Chumbawamba

Eddie Waring I never liked rugby league, it must be said Decapitated ears and concave heads My interest held by just one thing The greatest commentator ever--Eddie Waring Whether an up-and-under

Mountain Biking Chumbawamba

Mountain Biking There's pedal bikes and motor bikes And now they're riding mountain bikes Up and down and out of town Over, under, through, around I ride my little bicycle, I ride it to the top

Ah-men Chumbawamba

symbolic change More than silent wasting away In factories and sterile marriages He was God, she was powerless With a brick for every year of life She set out for the house of lies The old boys' club under

I Want More Chumbawamba

Blue-rinse sugar Wipe-clean couple Pinched last supper Counting pretty penny John Betjeman Some dead liar Quiet pink picture Under heavy manners This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face

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

One By One Chumbawamba

but he just turned around He's the leader of the union now Leader of the union All of our questions he ignored He washed his hands and he dreamed of his reward A seat in the House of Lords One

Zola Budd Chumbawamba

Zola Budd She's a slip of a girl to be out of school She's a product of apartheid She won her spurs under minority rule She's a product of apartheid Afrikaners run the best In bare feet and British

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

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.

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.

One By One (Acoustic Version) Chumbawamba

One By One (Acoustic Version) One by one the ships come sailing in One by one the ships go sailing out We live for words and die for words Principles we can afford When all our Brothers turn to

Stagnation Chumbawamba

it always tells the truth The man obeys his master, and carries out his work And of course he is rewarded with bonuses and perks You see, they have an understanding And this is it: The man stands under

I'm Not Sorry, I Was Having Fun Chumbawamba

By the time I got to Woodstock It was going up in flames In June under a silvery moon Why do all your songs turn out the same?

Knit Your Own Balaclava Chumbawamba

Knit Your Own Balaclava Twelve stitches in sixteen rows Two inches overpacking on number ten needles Cast one hundred twenty one stitches And knit one, purl one, repeat to the end Knit one, purl

Sometimes Plunder Chumbawamba

She lifted up his hat and he wept all night She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine Candid camera on every bloody wall All the cameras under

One Green Hill Chumbawamba

One Green Hill One green hill, one green hill, one far green hill we carry everywhere (Repeat)

One Way System Chumbawamba

One Way System Everybody's looking for a one way system As if there's only one way out of this prison Everybody's looking for that one piece of wisdom As if there's just one answer to all of our

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

Never Do What You Are Told Chumbawamba

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

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

Ever Heard the One About the Pacemaker? Chumbawamba

Ever Heard the One About the Pacemaker?

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

Horses For Courses Chumbawamba

Whipped and brushed from stall to track Laden down with heavy pack Or carrying rider on your back And finally your neck is broken Pushed too hard at Beeches Brook I'll bet, I'll bet Thirteen to one

The Best Is Yet To Come Chumbawamba

us dry Will bleed us dry You've got all the friends You've got all the friends That money can buy That money can buy Play this song Play this song Everybody sing along Everybody sing along One

Wormkind Chumbawamba

regenerating, always regenerating The earth was everybody's home Every being was free to grow and roam Their roots were everywhere and everything All dependent on each other for existing Existing as one

Declaring Peace Chumbawamba

of wisdom no more The governments of the world agree That people need bombs and banks and barriers Harriers, tanks, and aircraft carriers to carry us to war To drop it at my front door But if no one

Lost In Rome Chumbawamba

Lost In Rome That Thompson and Cram both lost in Rome Was no surprise, when one thinks Of all the rubbish they consumed Those cereals and drinks Lured by big advertising deals Force-fed crap

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

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

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

Irish Joke Chumbawamba

Irish Joke 'Have you heard the one about the Irishman?'

Universal Soldier Chumbawamba

Universal Soldier (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

Lay People Chumbawamba

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 on television We've all got to do the toilet one

Catastrophe Reality Chumbawamba

Everything is under control. The rate of progress is faster than the rate of decline.' As if that made everything OK.

Passenger List For Doomed Flight #1721 Chumbawamba

Passenger List For Doomed Flight #1721 Attention please, this is the final call for flight one seven two one Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Jack Straw, bye bye, all bye bye Billy Graham, Gerhard Schroeder

Song Of The (Now Determined) Mother Chumbawamba

Song Of The (Now Determined) Mother I've got this dream home I'm queuing up for In freshly dug brown earth One thing I can swear Before I get there I'll kill the taxman first

Tiananmen Square Chumbawamba

The people is bigger than the People's Army My dad is bigger than your dad, and one day, one day Raw and angry in front of the enemy So it's turn back or kill. Boy versus tank You want a fight?

Disabled Sports Chumbawamba

Disabled Sports I saw one legged skiers, agile and graceful In and out the slalom, rushing ever downwards And there weren't any losers I saw marathon runners, strong and determined Hunched in

The Worm Turns Chumbawamba

The Worm Turns A quiet Sunday afternoon, away from town and work Scatter all the groundbait down, relax with rod and hook But as the worm he wriggles round he dreams of just one wish The angler

Australian Rules Football Chumbawamba

Australian Rules Football Both players and watchers, No-one knows the rules That's what makes the game so great "Just get out there And slug your opponent!"

Cartrouble Chumbawamba

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 front and a jury at the side And a Bible on the stand to say I won't tell lies Well it's one

The ABCs of Anarchism Chumbawamba

It is that one where a new idea or an old one in new form, is accepted by a minority, while the majority is shouting treason, rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist, capitalist, or whatever is a term of abuse

Enough Is Enough (Kick It Over) Chumbawamba

your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough Enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot Enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot You know Vienna, under

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 (?)

Just A Form Of Music Chumbawamba

But it wasn't until I was nineteen that one evening in a small church I came to the conclusion that if I was really going to get what I wanted out of life I'd have to change that kind of an attitude.

Lying In The Dirt Chumbawamba

One - Manf Ugga-Ugga Freaks Out Man grabbed hold of the wrong end of the branch and it snapped Man was fallen down Fallen down to the ground, to the brown He felt a right dick lying in the dirt of