I got a bad back From a slow coach And a sore head From Skol Yes, I'm old school An I don't mean wise And I'll fight you For sure Sorry Dad, I was late for the riots I only found out it had all kicked off When the cameras cut to bonfires on the mall Slipknot came and a**aulted Topshop For reasons best known to themselves With colourful paint and a photographer from Kerrang I've got a bad back From my hard work In the salt mines Of Wells I'll destroy the state In my North Face fleece It was a birthday gift From Gran Sorry Dad, I was late for the riots I tried to catch a cab on Camden High Street But the driver smelt the paraffin and ran
I'd have driven it myself but the ibuprofen Had just kicked in and my head was k**ing I'm sure that Chumbawumba will understand Sorry Dad, I know your father disapproved of Che Guevara Kept his whistle whiter than a racist at a swimming pool Times have changed, the rich don't care about Total war or the d**h of the church They just keep getting richer Sorry Dad, I'm aware of the irony But you know my trust fund runs til 2025 No matter what I do So until then I'll enjoy the benefit Of a penthouse flat in Kensington And once a year I'll run with the wolves Oh, the injustice of life Love, be a policeman tonight