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The Big Issue
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 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 priests
Bless the wine

She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet she's a builder
She's as bored as bored can be

She's a have not she's a know all
She knows just how to say yes
She's skating frozen chaos
'Til the no good gods are dead

But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive...
This is the girl who

Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to

Feather his own sweet home
She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's a

Drink-to-me
In the company of friends
She's tried every variation
She's so common, she's so cold

She's homesick for a future
Can't stomach what she's told
On every street in every town
All her days are up and down

At home among the
Lost-and-founds...
This is the girl who
Lost the house which

Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

Here's the good Samaritan
Looks away and carries on

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
The Big Issue lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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The Good Ship Lifestyle
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 Chumbawamba

This is the good ship lifestyle
All my friends jumped ship
I elect me the captain
This is the loneliest voyage
I've ever been on
Up in the crow's nest
Over there! I see land!
First mate? There is no first mate
This is the good ship lifestyle
(Chorus)
Sail away from the world
Sail away from the world
So steer a course
A course for nowhere
And drop the anchor
My little empire
I'm going nowhere
This is the good ship lifestyle
I'm going nowhere
This is the good ship lifestyle
I'm going nowhere
This is the good ship lifestyle
I fly my very own flag
TV dinners for one
At the captain's table
Repel all boarders
Draw the curtains tighter
Where's the crew? There is no crew
This is the good ship lifestyle
(Repeat chorus)

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
The Good Ship Lifestyle lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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One By One
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 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 he ignored
He washed his hands and he
dreamed of his reward
A seat in the House of Lords
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 Lords
Whose side are you on?
You tell the world your hands are
tied
History three times denied
A sea of changes three miles wide
Whose side are you on?
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go sailing out
This conspiracy of shame
Murder by some other name
Play up and play the game
Whose side are you on?
If any ask us why we died
We tell them that our leaders lied
Sold us out down the riverside
Whose side are you on?
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go sailing out

Songwriters: Judith Abbott / Duncan Bruce / Paul Greco / Darren Hamer / Nigel Hunter / Alice Nutter / Louise Watts / Allen Whalley
One By One lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Outsider
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 Chumbawamba

Outsider
You see me you hear me
There are millions who think just like
Me

Creepy
Crawling
What a wonderful world
A loose door jam a light left on

The oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny Go Darkly
Come to spoil my party
Smell of faeces lingers

Echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets
Steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking

Compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar
Adding insult to injury
If only this, if only that,

If only in my guts
See my life before my eyes
Trampled underfoot
Creepy crawling

All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a
Baby

Seem alright?
What a wonderful world
Corvino, carrion crow
Skulking with his mobile

Slippery peat-bog eyes
Stick-on smiley smile
Small print like quicksand
Not a wooden leg to stand on

Sinking through my stomach
The ground beneath me gone
Free-fall, call Ophelia
Clutching at straw

Mixed with bloody feathers
From scruff of neck of crow
Johnny go! Johnny gone!
Too much drink in your

Tum-tum-tum
See this finger, see this thumb
See this fist and watch it come
Creepy crawling

All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night

How can stealing candy from a
Baby
Seem alright?
What a wonderful world

Songwriters: Judith Abbott / Duncan Bruce / Paul Greco / Darren Hamer / Nigel Hunter / Alice Nutter / Louise Watts / Allan Whalley
Outsider lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Creepy Crawling
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 Chumbawamba

What a wonderful world
A loose door-jamb, a light left on
The oldest national lottery
Enter kaleidoscope-go-darkly
Come to spoil my party
Smell of feces lingers
Echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets
Steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking
Compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar
Adding insult to injury
If only this, if only that,
If only in my guts

Creepy crawling

All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?

Corvino, carrion crow
Skulking with his mobile
Slippery peat-bog eyes
Stick-on smiley smile
Small print like a quicksand
Not a wooden leg to stand on
Sinking through my stomach
The ground beneath me gone
Free-fall, call Ophelia
Clutching at straw
Mixed with bloody feathers
From scruff of neck of crow
Johnny go! Johnny gone!
Too much drink in your tum-tum-tum
See this finger, see this thumb
See this first and watch it come!

Creepy crawling

All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
Creepy Crawling lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Mary, Mary
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 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 end of our death, Amen

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 end of our death, Amen

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 end of our death, Amen, of our death, Amen

No, virgin me for I have sinned
I sold my soul for sex and gin
Go call a priest, all meek and mild
And tell him, "Mary is no more a child"

It's raining stones, it's raining bile
From the luxury of your denial
So I don't deny, I don't make do
I'll press alarms, place bets on truth

I'm so up and down
And I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now I'm growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?

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 end [unverified]

I'll spit on floors and do more drugs
Burn every bill, get drunk on love
Wear next to nothing in the pouring rain
Be a bad example and do it all again

I'll be uncareful, I'll cause such scenes
And I'll never talk of used-to-be's
Tattoo my face, I won't go gray
Be a dancing queen, I'm growing old disgracefully

I'm so up and down
And I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now I'm growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?

Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to [unverified]?

Mary, Mary, Mary
Quite contrary

Mary, Mary, Mary
Quite contrary

Mary, Mary, Mary
Quite contrary

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 end of our death, Amen

Nema htaed ruo fo dne eht ta dna won srennis su rof dog fo rehtom yram
Yloh susej bmow yht tiurf eht si desselb dna nemow tsungma uoht tra
Dessleb eeht htiw si drol eht ecarg fo lluf yram liah

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
Mary, Mary lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Small Town
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 Chumbawamba

And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
Below suspicion
Cafes full of people dressed as spies
And all I know
Is guilt for being different
It's always raining stones
There's a killer in the home
In a small town
Everybody looks the same
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should I pack my fear and go?
I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow

Songwriters: Judith Abbott / Duncan Bruce / Paul Greco / Darren Hamer / Nigel Hunter / Alice Nutter / Louise Watts / Allen Whalley
Small Town lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

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I Want More
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 Chumbawamba

Blue rinse sugar
Wipe clean couple
Pinched last supper
Counting pretty penny

John Betjeman
Some dead liar
Quiet pink picture
Under heavy manners

This is Tearoom England
They'll kick your face in
So politely
This is Tearoom England

They'll kick your face in
Oh so nicely
I want more!
No hurry

So sorry
Don't worry
Bite size china
Tea or tartar

Lipstick traces
Table set to bless
Sweet charity
Lukewarm whisper

Still-life platter
Under heavy manners
This is Tearoom England
They'll kick your face in

So politely
This is Tearoom England
They'll kick your face in
Oh so nicely

I want more!
No hurry
So sorry
Don't worry

I want more!

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
I Want More lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Scapegoat
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 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
Scapegoat
Looking for a scapegoat
There's always someone else for

You to blame
Backed into a corner
He barricades his life
Fastens up the shutters every night

This island is big enough
For every castaway
But most of us are looking round
For someone else to blame

Scapegoat
Looking for a scapegoat
There's always someone else for
You to blame

Send

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
Scapegoat lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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The Wizard of Menlo Park
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

"Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go."
Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying "Play your funky drum!"
Each jump in the dark we claim as our own
We know it's a lie; we never acted alone
Each jump in the dark, each jump in the dark
The machine became the star, beats to the bar, poor Gus Dudgeon lying in his car
Down in the basement messing with the moment
Alchemy and elements smashing up your instruments
Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying "Play your funky drum!"
A foot in the past, a head in a book, a soup of opinion, a ladle of luck
Each jump in the dark, each jump in the dark
Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying "Play your funky drum!"
From starlight to flashlight, sorting out the copyright
It takes a little time but the contract's airtight
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
The money's in the black but the needle's in the red
"One, two, one, two, check, Wednesday, Wednesday, Mississippi, yeah..."
Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying "Play your funky drum!"

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allan Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Neil Ferguson / Nigel Hunter
The Wizard of Menlo Park lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC