Chumbawamba - Slag Aid Lyrics
This is the last one Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out Don't wear the gold lam In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid For every pop star that we slag off today Twenty-five million pounds will be given away Paul McCartney - come on down With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground Make of Somalia a fertile paradise Where everyone sings Beatles songs, buys shares in EMI A and M Axl Rose, this is your life Thank the Lord that you were born white And thank MTV for this wonderful opportunity To peddle your hypocrisy David Bowie, the price is right With a suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite Still the voices of those who doubt Coca-Cola for the peasants And Michael Jackson, game for a laugh Dancing us down the garden path To Beverly Hills nine oh one oh, you know, you know Fill the world with silver media Ladies and Gentlemen, our special guest tonight He's come all the way, put your hands together for Mr. John Lydon AKA Johnny Rotten He's got a new book out, no McLaren, no Matlock, no Dignity Well we got a surprise for him tonight 'Cause we're gonna do the business, and we take no prisoners 'Cause we got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails And the two pieces of wood Put 'em together, folks, and what have we got? Tonight, live in Leeds, in city square, we've got the two pieces of wood sitting up You see him hanging there, he's upside down, nice little twist Because we're gonna nail Mr. Lighton right up to that cross and leave him hanging there Till the vultures come down and pick his eyes off his can, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ladies and gentlemen, you've been so good Thank you, on next week's show, the man upstairs And have we got a bone to pick with him! Adieu Thank you very much Thanks a lot Cheers Ta (Chatter)
