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 Best Is Yet To Come Chumbawamba

The Best Is Yet To Come Variously entitled "The Best Is Yet To Come" and "The Best Is Yet To Come (Bee Hold End Version)", depending on the country of issue.

Big Mouth Strikes Again Chumbawamba

Big Mouth Strikes Again I caught you with your head down the toilet as you were gulping up dirty words, then later dressed in suit and tie, whilst playing to the laughing crowds, you were gargling

Insectkind Chumbawamba

Insectkind Chapter seven There's bugs on the house plants of the folks back home Insects are material, they're not inferior Insects are material, they're not inferior What do we want?

Oxymoron Chumbawamba

Oxymoron Shiny button-down clown suit Oxymoron (Repeat) Fucked up the simplest of chores Mister constant consternation And his declaration of war Makes a fist out of demands With his plasticene

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the Beach Chumbawamba

On the Beach 54 inch around the chest Stitching ripping on his vest Biceps, triceps, ready to flex A gold medallion around his neck He looks more like the Michelin Man He's trapped inside a multi-gym

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

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

Jingle Smells Chumbawamba

Jingle Smells The blanket shit coverage we get on TV Sells us paradise, buy buy buy buy buy buy it They steal our lives and sell them back to us As one big happy contraceptive pill-popping party

Martini People Chumbawamba

There's a wonderful world you can share But only if you're stinking rich enough Martini people are happy people They always smile because they're getting paid To sing and dance and have parties in the

Song Of The Mother In Debt Chumbawamba

Song Of The Mother In Debt I'm always waiting I'm sick of waiting For the day my luck will change I've spent enough time In queues and bread lines In hope of better days These thieves and scroungers

School Team Chumbawamba

School Team I always wanted to play In the school football team But the coach said I wasn't fast enough I wasn't no good it seemed I used to watch them practice But I never got a game I went

Scapegoat Chumbawamba

Aftershave and smoke And the same unfunny jokes They say they'll take you "Anywhere But there" Believe every half-whispered Half-remembered lie Where truth is a luxury They can't afford to buy

Hey Hey We're The Junkies Chumbawamba

Good evening, topping nightcast--a possible link between murder and music Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies!

After Shelley Chumbawamba

Anybody can pick up a big whip, and whip you. Anybody can stick a knife into you. Anybody can pull a trigger.

Rich Popstars Make Good Socialists Chumbawamba

Rich Popstars Make Good Socialists Missionaries up from the South Have come to put words in our ignorant mouths Big company muscles flex And we're all pulled along by the seat of our kecks Popstars

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

Wormkind Chumbawamba

Wormkind Creation, not so much out of the blue as Once upon a time there was a pile of brown And out of that brown grew pips and seeds And worms crawled from out of that brown And life flourished

Mouthful of Shit Chumbawamba

double trouble big one to the joker with the card Good call What's the crack, what's the damage done today From the commons to the common a banana skin away Knock it back knock it out Chuck a nightmare

All Mixed Up Chumbawamba

All Mixed Up Sitting on the shelf when someone called my number With a template in one hand, scissors in the other 'What lump of clay is this?'

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.

Asleep Chumbawamba

How do they shut their eyes when they turn out the lights?

Mouthful Of Shit (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

Mouthful Of Shit (Country & Western Version) Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with

The Candidates Find Common Ground Chumbawamba

Conventional weapons to kill people nicely Nuclear weapons to keep the peace But weapons definitely--either way we must defend ourselves Nationalization, with one big boss No, privatization, with

Love Me Chumbawamba

Love Me I'm an anarchist, I'm the anti-christ Well sort of not really It's not big it's not clever And i'm quite a reasonable fella Your friendly uncle good with kids good ol' paternalist pop

Waiting, Shouting Chumbawamba

takes you nowhere They saw us coming It's them and us here Just keep your voice down And light another I am a patient girl I wait, I wait, I wait It's not your money Don't call me stupid Not big

The ABCs of Anarchism Chumbawamba

...by the majority. What? What? 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...

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

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 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

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

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