Тексты песен «Chumbawamba»

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 would fall into the pond and get...

The wife she washes the football strip The wife buys my sports socks and irons my kit I lose a golf shoe, the wife looks for it And that's what I call teamwork And that's what I call teamwork The wife she repairs...

When racing fast it's easy enough To make a wrong decision Just be sure that when you crash You're on television You're on television You're on television You're on...

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, but it's...

From Upton Park to the Baseball Ground From Old Trafford to Anfield Road It's the same old story if you're disabled Just token gestures, no real facilities All those clubs so famous and rich Stick the disabled by...

When Grandstand's finished, and Sport On Two And there's nothing much left to do Too lazy to leave the armchair Can only manage to plug in the computer And pretend that this is exercise Playing sports by pressing...

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 back at Sinthonia, the ground's hardly...

Old, old limbs move slowly now Up and down stairs from bed to chair A balsa puppet struggles to remember Cheering crowds and famous victories That was a full life Now dim in a half-light Of newsreels and winner's...

That Thompson and Cram both lost in Rome Was no surprise, when one thinks Of all the rubbish they consumed Those cereals and drinks Lured by big advertising deals Force-fed crap at every meal Stomachs full and...

Where did the chinaman go? Where did the chinaman go? Bowled out of favor when the paceman move in As pitches got faster with no turn or spin "Bowl faster, bowl at him, bowl bodyline If we can't get him out, we'll...

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 going for the grey ball Now that's a surprise A kiss on the...

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 pissed When you've nothing to...

The bowler's running in, the batsman lights a fag He keeps a packet handy and it's lodged inside his pad Because it's written in his contract that after every over He has to have a smoke just to satisfy the sponsor...

From the deepest to the highest Battling for the yellow vest Changing gears rapidly Ten seconds to change a wheel King of the Mountains Queen of the flats Sprinting for the line Then ready to collapse Up! Up!...

Like two gigantic Buddhas Someone carved from jelly Huge yet nimble Strong yet gentle They pace the sawdust circle No flicker of emotion Huge yet nimble Strong yet gentle Years of dedication Mental preparation...

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 revenge If a cop comes near...

For twenty years Graham Hill Risking life and limb Drove the circuits of the world And they said it would kill him "Going so fast is a fine way to win But one crash could make a mockery of that famous cheeky grin"...

Gooch, you're scum, it's as simple as that Defending white oppression, battling for Apartheid Blinded by the Krugerands Ignoring all the shanty towns The fascist, racist governments The beatings, the internments...

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 all on fire The race she was running Was terribly tough She...

Outside the pub Smack you in the gob Get four long years In Wormwood Scrubs Put me in a ring Fit me with gloves I get money and fame For doing what I love Smacking people in the gob Smacking people in the...