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

Remembrance Day Chumbawamba

Remembrance Day The white male complex shows its roots Chanting seig heils, throwing salutes From it's tiny brain to its outsize boots In 100% British sheepskin suits All the fascists gathered

Big Mouth Strikes Again Chumbawamba

Remember what happened before when you tried to thank God, um, Christ, um, Him--you had to scrap your lyrics and throw them in the bin. I couldn't win, it must've been a thing.

Frickley Chumbawamba

Frickley Frickley in South Yorkshire, a small mining town Where once the riot coppers beat the pickets to the ground Has a football team, and a stand full of fans Who love their game and who love

Lest We Forget Chumbawamba

Lest We Forget It's such an easy step From lets forget to lest we forget We haven't learned this yet From Cold Harbor lane to Oklahoma and back again The problems stay the same It's such an easy

Commercial Break Chumbawamba

Commercial 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

Always Tell The Voter What The Voter Wants To Hear Chumbawamba

Always Tell The Voter What The Voter Wants To Hear Welcome to Never Mind The Ballots. The phone lines are now open.

How To Get Your Band On Television Chumbawamba

How To Get Your Band On Television I'm the Boss of the company And I've got hunger working for me Listen and you'll begin to understand I built my profits on stolen land It's the economics of

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

Piggies In Revolution 9 Chumbawamba

And for all the little piggies life it getting worse Always having dirt to play around in Have you seen the bigger piggies in their starched white shirts?

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

Karl Marx Never Made The Squad Chumbawamba

shall meet Never the twain shall meet This is a myth, propagated by the bourgeois wordsmiths Who never put a ball in the back of the net Who never padded up or picked up a bat Who never spent an afternoon

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

Ruby Lane Milla

Welcome down to Ruby Lane Take your pick, sir We're all the same The sky is my one direction The earth is my bed Welcome down to Ruby Lane Save your soul, man For life's a game Receive me as a dancing

Stitch That (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

Stitch That (Country & Western 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

Flesh and Blood and Feelings Chumbawamba

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 wrong As the idea

Dutiful Servants And Political Masters Chumbawamba

He took everything they owned and yet still demanded more He did a bloody good job in taming the poor Now I'm rather more subtle, I say, I'll tell you what I will do I'll do everything I can to try

Dutiful Servants & Political Masters Chumbawamba

demanded more He did a bloody good job in taming the poor Now I'm rather more subtle, I say, I'll tell you what I will do I'll do everything I can to try and help you And you'll be helping me, I say,

Slag Aid Chumbawamba

irrigate this ground Make of Somalia a fertile paradise Where everyone sings Beatles songs, buys shares in EMI A and M Axl Rose, this is your life Thank the Lord that you were born white And thank

Behave Chumbawamba

Behave Smiling angels on your milk-white shoulders Scared of heaven and accusing whispers Angles always get the worst advice But they can hire the sharpest lawyers Someone's always telling you

When I'm Bad Chumbawamba

"They try in vain our minds to chain"(Repeats) I'm up in the stars I'm looking down at the gutter When I'm good, I'm very good But when I'm bad, I'm better (Chorus) Oh barman fill this glass

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

Better Chumbawamba

Better Here's a good sport, it's easy to play And as good a way as any of throwing your money away Betting offices, men only Tobacco smoke and radio commentaries Betting companies first past the

Lay People Chumbawamba

People It doesn't matter how rich or poor we are Doesn't matter what sex or species we are Doesn't matter with which nation we associate Doesn't matter what politics we love or hate We've still got to

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

Just A Form Of Music Chumbawamba

Just A Form Of Music It is a real pleasure to be here with you this afternoon.

White Christmas Jordan Hart

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas

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

For Those of You Watching in Black and White Chumbawamba

For Those of You Watching in Black and White Now he's going for the grey ball Into the top left pocket A touch off the slightly darker grey ball And he's snookered behind the grey ball Oh, he's

Tiananmen Square Chumbawamba

Tiananmen Square Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy To hail the people's victory! Which people? What victory?

Naming Names Chumbawamba

Naming Names Sniffer Clarke Chopper Harris The Doog Crazy Horse Norman Bite Yer Legs The Barnsley Spud Bonetti The Cat Alan Ball's White Alan Ball's White Alan Ball's White Boots

Education (Part I) Chumbawamba

Education (Part I) Bradford teacher victimized Instant hero, surprise surprise Darling of the ultra-right Middle-class, well-spoken, white Education is a powerful tool And it's in the hands

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

Shock! Horror! Chumbawamba

with the Daily Mirror 'The Facts Not The Fiction' boasts The Star The fact is that attacks on Asians and Blacks By people who read this racist crap Are higher than ever before --But you won't find

The Health And Happiness Show Chumbawamba

The Health And Happiness Show That was really good Yeah, wasn't it? Yeah... Uh, what about the record? Ah, they'll get it...

Health & Happiness Show Chumbawamba

That was really good Yeah, wasn't it? Yeah... Uh, what about the record? Ah, they'll get it...

The Health & Happiness Show Chumbawamba

That was really good Yeah, wasn't it? Yeah... Uh, what about the record? Ah, they'll get it...

Why Are We Still In Ireland? Chumbawamba

Our settlers calling our kingdom great Our banners raised on high Baptized with the tide of history That won't lie down and die Words from our own good book to help us get by The sacrifice of our

The Big Issue Chumbawamba

say yes She's skating frozen chaos Till the no good gods are dead But sometimes in the dead of night Woken by the city lights She wonders how she keeps alive...

Enough Is Enough Chumbawamba

Enough Is Enough Open your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot Trying and trying to get this damn thing done. It can't done.

I'm With Stupid Chumbawamba

'cause i'm with you Another white boy band They're happy on demand Everything is planned Until the singer gets a habit Guess what? Guess what? this could get to be a habit Guess what? Guess what?

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

Ever Heard the One About the Pacemaker? Chumbawamba

Never good enough to win the race He was always asked to make the pace Speeding off then left behind To watch someone else win the golden mile Tired of always being forgotten Whilst others got the

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

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

Tony Blair Chumbawamba

Tony Blair Tony You said that you'd be true I believed you like a fool I should have seen it in your eyes Tony You promised me the world But I'm not that kind of girl And tony now there's nothing

The Incompatibility of Sport and Cosmic Consciousn Chumbawamba

The Incompatibility of Sport and Cosmic Consciousness When I play cricket I'm the longest at the wicket I can jump and swim And I live in the gym But I can't come to terms With my existence as

The Englishman Abroad Chumbawamba

The Englishman Abroad Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun Taking on the locals, every man jack of 'em Stupid, drunken, gobby toughs No excuse is good enough Arrogant, ignorant, insensibly

Morality Play In Three Acts Chumbawamba

Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ha ha!

Bad Dog Chumbawamba

Hammer hammer teeth nails sit sit sit sit Bitch won't beg bitch can't lick bitch can't do those clever tricks Heel fetch run lie nasty nasty snapping nasty See these eyes puppy eyes roll on over and