Chumbawamba - Harry Goldthorpe lyrics

Bradford bad lad He's ripping up the room at the top Tubthumping have-not Never kept his gob shut Taking on the pal's batallion Who shove us to the bottom Give us nowt but trouble 'Here's a pittance for your silence' Where did the chickens go? Must've been a thousand now Why did they cross the road? To get to them that needs 'em on the other side! Bradford bad lad Never kept his gob shut Why should we always go without? When they have much and we have nowt? There are cracks and loopholes ten feet wide So load up t'van and we'll eat tonight! These bloody fools in the chicken run Punch 'em on the nose and have done!