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

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

Polo Chumbawamba

Polo Polo has the biggest pitch of any ball game Polo has the biggest idiots On the biggest pitch of any ball game Polo has the biggest idiots With the biggest bank accounts On the biggest pitch

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

A Regular Guy Chumbawamba

A Regular Guy Boys own hero born again Savior of the Empire Come to save our national game Against all odds, and umpire Once a simple cricketer now champion of bravado He's the darling of the

Indoor League Chumbawamba

And get yourself sat down We'll have a game of shave ha'penny And loser gets next round Get another drink!

Heysel Stadium Chumbawamba

Heysel Stadium Heysel stadium, it's easy to remember How the game continued despite the disaster "With all those millions of viewers, we've got to carry on It would be financial suicide to stop

Brian Chumbawamba

Brian It's all about getting the ball in the back of the net, Brian I'm as sick as a parrot, Brian I'm over the moon, Brian Well, I think the lads were well worth a point, Brian At the end of

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

Shoot Chumbawamba

Shoot I heard that in the First World War The soldiers called a truce For a Christmas game of football Instead of fighting their pointless war Instead of fighting their pointless war Pointless

Mad Max Chumbawamba

Mad Max Dipping into his Filofax He wonders who he can buy next "C'mon, Play the game the Maxwell way And you'll never lose, come what may" There'll be the Maxwell League And the Maxwell Cup

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!"

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

Sunday League Footy Chumbawamba

But you're exciting to watch, I'll give you that Not for a wage, not for fame Not for directors For the love of the game You chicken out You fluff the shot You fall and shout And foul a lot Let's

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

Song Of The Government Minister Who Enjoys His Wor Chumbawamba

Song Of The Government Minister Who Enjoys His Work Test the water feel the ground Send the tax collectors round Fill the coffers pound by pound A surer way to keep in line The rabble who spend

The Fun In Games Chumbawamba

The Fun In Games The little leagues, the spare-time sports Works teams and pub teams Sandwiches for the darts competition Oranges at half time Spare time tennis, scrambling on fields Hustle and

One By One Chumbawamba

Pontius Pilate came to our town Up to the dockyards to see the picket line We asked him to help but he just turned around He's the leader of the union now Leader of the union All of our questions

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

Rip It Up Chumbawamba

The Absolute Game! Not The View! Off The Ball! I could go on and on But I've just bought the latest When Sunday Comes Kick up the R's! Northern Light! City Gent! Voice Of The Valley!

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 Candidates Find Common Ground Chumbawamba

lots of little bosses But someone in control, of course, either way there must be someone giving orders (Chorus) A toast to democracy The prison guard of this society Sides in the voting game Disappear

Amereicha Chumbawamba

Amereicha In '36 the world's teams Played up, played up, and played the game Runners, jumpers, footballers All sieg-heilling the Fuhrer Not so the black Americans Who, point-blank, refused And

Hmmm... Chumbawamba

Outside the ground at Luton Town A crazy opportunist has sprayed upon a wall A simple proclamation for all to read "Revolution is a better game than football"

Slag Aid Chumbawamba

Slag Aid This is the last one Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out Don't wear the gold lam?

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

The Tennis Racket Chumbawamba

The Tennis Racket Sat with strawberries and cream Listening to all the players scream From right to left and left to right "The ball was in!" "No, it was out!"

The ABCs of Anarchism Chumbawamba

ABCs of anarchism ABC If ever the free institutions of America are destroyed, that event may be attributed to the unlimited authority of the majority, and oblige them to have recourse to physical force

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

Back Home Chumbawamba

Back home, they'll be really behind us In every game we play..."

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

Sweet F.A. Chumbawamba

In the light of the ignorance and misplaced fear Of the panicked bosses of the Football League It isn't surprising that hugging and kissing Are banned on account of the threat of AIDS It isn't surprising

Mouthful of Shit Chumbawamba

Mouthful of Shit (Chorus) Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Do something about it (Repeat chorus) Well I'm really back to basics

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

Punch Drunk Chumbawamba

Punch Drunk The evolution of humankind An opposing digit, the use of tools Inventing the wheel, exploring space Brain size still developing Two men and a referee Foam gloves and a silver cup

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?

Rage Chumbawamba

Rage Hear the ghosts of ever after Yell of anger Ring of laughter Don't go gently into the night Rage against the dying of the light

The Wasteland Chumbawamba

Between leisure and the grave Work and pray and place your vote And some day you'll be saved All these myths come tailor-made To suit the company director Myths that praise the dignity Of cheap

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

She's got all the friends Chumbawamba

She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye The family money has a magnetic pull

Let It Be Chumbawamba

record (repeat) Watchers pray in times of trouble Restless by the harbor wall Waiting for the stormy winds to fall With microphone and TV camera Money and tears and a song to sing This is where

Ah-men Chumbawamba

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 siege His lordship cowered under

Mary Mary Chumbawamba

Hail Mary full of grace The Lord is with Thee Blessed art Thou amongst women And blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus Holy Mary, Mother of God Pray for us sinners now And at the hour of our death Amen

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

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

The Triumph Of General Ludd Chumbawamba

The Triumph Of General Ludd No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood His feats I do little admire I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd Now the hero of Nottingham Shire Those engines

Lying In The Dirt Chumbawamba

Lying In The Dirt Chapt.

Just Us Mix Chumbawamba

of sugar The state, its Tory psycopaths and labour apologists are coming clean The bullies and the cowards are ganging up on us (There ain't no justice, just us) The carrots been ditched, the stick

Jesus In Vegas Chumbawamba

I am the Lord of the very last dance I've got 'Tommy' on the leg of my pants I've got the audience in the palm of my hands My good friend Sinatra on my right Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights