Chumbawamba Lyrics

*  Hey! You! Outside Now!

One year later 
This queue never moved 
I've got well dressed slugs 
Crawling over my shoes 
And all these bouncers 
Pushing me around 
Well I'll huff and I'll puff 
I'll blow your house down 
In these hard times 
No money for the arts 
No money for a bonus 
And my car won't start 
The taxman cometh 
And the landlord too 
Now something better chance 
I've got things to do 

Scratched record carries on forever 
Last waltz carries on forever 
Prize fighter carries on forever 
Too much bowing 
To the sacred cow 
Hey! You! Outside! Now! 

Two years later 
And the tap still drips 
This pain in my back 
Means I still can't sleep 
They're ripping up the longside 
For plastic seats 
We're ripping off the gas 
Just to make ends meet 
Half the population 
Living off crime 
I'm talking 'bout the fuckers 
On question time 
Pop fops on horse 
Haven't got a clue 
Now something better change 
I've got things to do 

Scratched record carries on forever 
Last waltz carries on forever 
Prize fighter carries on forever 
Too much bowing 
To the sacred cow 
Hey! You! Outside! Now! 

Three years later 
And I'm still in this queue 
Now somethnig better change 
I've got things to do 
Too much bowing 
To the sacred cow 
Hey! You! Outside! Now!

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