Chumbawamba
Harry Goldthorpe
Bradford bad ladHe's ripping up the room at the topTubthumping have-notNever kept his gob shutTaking on the pal's batallionWho shove us to the bottomGive us nowt but trouble'Here's a pittance for your silence'Where did the chickens go?Must've been a thousand nowWhy did they cross the road?To get to them that needs 'em on the other side!Bradford bad ladNever kept his gob shutWhy should we always go without?When they have much and we have nowt?There are cracks and loopholes ten feet wideSo load up t'van and we'll eat tonight!These bloody fools in the chicken runPunch 'em on the nose and have done!
From Letras Mania