Chumbawamba - Just Desserts

And uh, uh, every (security, no
Let him stay) no
(let him stay) well at least it's a fruit pie
(let's pray for him right now, Anita, let's
Pray, Anita, why don't you pray, that's all
Right) father, we want to thank you for
The opportunity of coming to Des Moines
And father
I want to ask that you forgive him
(and that we love him) and that we love him
And that we're praying for him to be
Delivered from his deviant lifestyle, father

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace never trust a man
With egg on his face

Groucho Marxists look so sweet
Slapstick anarchists, nice enough to eat
Peter Kropotkin in the way we talk
Charlie Cairoli in the way we walk

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace never trust a man
With egg on his face

Intellectual tarts with a good left hook
Copycat killers, cover and duck
Polite assassins, you shout, I scream
And the party starts, on a count of one, two
Three

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace never trust a man
With egg on his face

We talk without words
And everybody understands
Just desserts, delivered by hand
Nobody move or the CEO
Gets it in the face with cream and dough

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace never trust a man
With egg on his face

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace never trust a man
With egg on his face

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace never trust a man
With egg on his face

"What? What's that? Who's there? Fido? Ahhh
It's you Mrs arbuthnot"

Written by:
JUDITH ABBOTT, DUNCAN BRUCE, NEIL FERGUSON, DARREN HAMER, NIGEL HUNTER, ALICE NUTTER, LOUISE WATTS, ALLAN WHALLEY

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