Released: September 1, 1997
Songwriter: Chumbawamba
Producer: Neil Ferguson Chumbawamba
(What a wonderful world)
(What a wonderful world)
A loose door-jam, light left on
The oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny-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
See my life before my eyes trampled underfoot
Creepy crawling, creepy crawling
Creepy crawling, 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 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, creepy crawling
Creepy crawling, creepy crawling
All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby seem alright?
Creepy crawling, creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
[Outro/Interlude]
(You're worried about your own position as manager now at Newcastle, Bill?)
(Have you ever been told to fuck off? Eh? Eh?)
(What a fucking diabolical question, you cunt-arse)
(Bill, I'm sorry...)
(Fuck off.)
(I didn't mean to...)
(You can put that on the fucking radio as well, what a disgraceful fucking question)
(They won't put that out...)
(Eh?)
(I just had to ask)
(You cunt)
(What a wonderful world)
A loose door-jam, light left on
The oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny-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
See my life before my eyes trampled underfoot
Creepy crawling, creepy crawling
Creepy crawling, 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 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, creepy crawling
Creepy crawling, creepy crawling
All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby seem alright?
Creepy crawling, creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
[Outro/Interlude]
(You're worried about your own position as manager now at Newcastle, Bill?)
(Have you ever been told to fuck off? Eh? Eh?)
(What a fucking diabolical question, you cunt-arse)
(Bill, I'm sorry...)
(Fuck off.)
(I didn't mean to...)
(You can put that on the fucking radio as well, what a disgraceful fucking question)
(They won't put that out...)
(Eh?)
(I just had to ask)
(You cunt)
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- Tubthumping
- WWW Dot
- El Fusilado
- Bella Ciao
- Drip Drip Drip (Country & Western Version)
- Love Can Knock You Over
- Don’t Fence Me In
- Waiting For The Bus
- Jacob’s Ladder
- Jesus In Vegas
- Following You
- The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Jerry Springer
- Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public
- You Watched Me Dance
- This Girl
- Word Bomber
- Underground
- Streets
- Passenger List For Doomed Flight # 1721
- Commercial Break
- Without Reason Or Rhyme (The Killing Of Harry Stanley)
- I’m A Winner, Baby
- Heaven, Hell
- Wagner at the Opera