Chumbawumba, gobbledy-gloo Life isn't fair, it's sad but it's true Chumbawumba, gobbledy-gee When your poor legs are stiff as a tree
What do you do when you're stuck in a chair? Finding it hard to go up and down stairs? What do you think of the one you call God? Isn't his absence slightly odd? Maybe he's forgotten you
Chumbawumba, gobbledy-gorse Count yourself lucky you're not a horse They would turn you into dog food Or to Chumba wumba gobbledy-glue Gobbledy-glue