Lights out, the fun begins. Can't sleep when I'm listening in. Under cover, that sound - My connection to the underground. Underground... My connection
George looks gorgeous in pinstripes, pocket handkerchief and cravat, swaggering out of the Band On The Wall in a burgundy Homberg hat, singing "Ratatatay
I'm laying on the pavement And the last thing I recall Picked up by the arms and legs And taken from the hall For squaring up to culture In the circle
If you should walk out in the morning To fetch your water from the well Good people please beware Little children do take care Watch out for the devil
Tap, tap, tap in the chatrooms We're learning how to make a bomb Hmm, well whatever... We don't want to sing along (Chorus) We don't want to sing along
We'll be singing When we're winning We'll be singing I get knocked down But I get up again You're never going to keep me down Pissing the night away
Would bend and crack James James James Just give us names names names James James James Now look what we've brought for you James Your favorite disc It's Chumbawamba
With her friends on a road less travelled, on a journey of do's and dares Looking back on a fear of leaving and forgetting how it felt to be scared There
Take a seat, have a cigarette We're here to help you to forget To snap you shut like a castanet Tell me where it all went wrong Why don't you write
Seigfried Sassoon on the Dunbar End (Everyone sang) When strangers became your new best friends (Everyone sang) It was Armistice Day, and peace broke
Goodbye to the summer, sold down the river Unhappy ever after, well, did you ever Did you ever reach for the glued-down penny? Same old joke and it's
Is it worth it? A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women
Oh isn't it horrible? I can't look He fell on the ski-jump And he's not getting up The car he was driving Just blew a tire Oh isn't it horrible? He's
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
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
I?m a loner alone with neuroses and hate Anger is a permanent character trait My letter bombs are primed and ready to send Would you like to add me as