Harry Goldthorpe Lyrics - Chumbawamba

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!