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