# Song Lyrics

62. Hopscotch – Chumbawamba

They call it hopscotch!
Now this is where it all begins
A piece of chalk and a boot-polish tin
Hit the streets, no time to wait
Draw them squares out, 1 to 8
Hopscotch!
Throw that tin and hop along
And now you’re ready to sing the song
I said a-hopscotch a-hoppety-hop
Keep on hopping, no time to stop
It’s called hopscotch!
Th-th-th-they call it hopscotch!

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63. Tills Ring, Crowds Cheer! – Chumbawamba

You like to make investments in your favorite sports
Competition pays, talent can be bought
So you made it your business
To make it a business
Now it’s all about getting the check
Into the back of the bank account
Now it’s all about getting the check
Into the back of the bank account
Tills ring! Crowds cheer!

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634-5789 – Bon Jovi

If you need a little lovin’, ya call on me
And if you want a little huggin’, ya call on me baby, ooh yeah,
You can call me right here at home
All you got to do is pick up the telephone
And dial now (634-5789)
What’s my number (634-5789)

If you need a little huggin’, ya call on me
And if ya want some kissin’, ya call on me, it’s all right
No more lonely nights, who’ll be alone now
All you got to do is pick up the telephone
And dial now (634-5789)
That’s my number (634-5789)

Oh, I’ll be right there
Just as soon as I can
If I be a little bit late now
I hope that you’ll understand

And if ya need a little lovin’, ya call on me, lord have mercy
And if ya want a little kissin’, ya call up Jonny B. Baby, it’s all right
Ain’t no more lonely nights, we’ll be alone now
All you got to do is pick up the telephone
And dial it (634-5789)
That’s my number (634-5789)
Hey (634-5789)
That’s my number (634-5789)
Oooh, hooo (634-5789)
I’m runnin’ to ya baby, where I belong (634-5789)
Cause if you need me, want me, telle me that you love me (634-5789)
Anytime, anywhere, come on baby (634-5789)
Oooh hooo (634-5789)
(634-5789)
(634-5789)

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634-5789 – Trace Adkins

If you need a little loving call on me
If you want a little hugging call on me
You know I’ll be right here at home
All you got to do is pick up your telephone
And dial now 634-5789
634-5789

If you need a little kissing call on me
If good love is what you’ve been missing girl call on me
No more lonely nights will you be at home
All you got to do is pick up your telephone
And dial now 634-5789
634-5789

I’ll be right there girl just as soon as I can
But if I’m just a little bit late
I hope you’ll understand

I’ll be right there baby just as soon as I can
But if I’m just a little bit late
I hope you’ll understand
Call me at 634-5789
634-5789

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64. The Rise and Fall and Rise of Greavsie – Chumbawamba

“So, Greavsie, well, what about the black lads gettin’ bananas thrown at em?”
“Well, it seems a bit unfortunate, I mean, uh, uh”
Sitting on the bench, he starts another drink
Drowning his sorrows watching Geoff Hurst’s hat-trick
The pressures of success led him to the bottle
Now famous for his drinking, when once it was his football
Now a TV personality, I see him every week
If only he was as clever with his mouth
As he was with his feet
“The songs about critical, what you think about that”
“I’m not saying, I mean, it seems a bit unfair on me, I mean I’ve only had me breakfast”
“Ah ha ha, you’ll be the death of my, Greavsie”

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65. Indoor League – Chumbawamba

Na then!
Get another drink!
And get yourself sat down
We’ll have a game of shave ha’penny
And loser gets next round
Get another drink!
And get your arrows out
We’ll have a game of 501
And mine’s a pint of stout
So get another drink!
And you’ve got two shots
And now I can’t remember
Who’s the stripes and who’s the spots
So get another drink!
I can’t make it the bar
Too much sport you understand
And too much beer
I’ll Sithi!

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66. Face Jumping – Chumbawamba

The ancient sport of face-jumping
Involved a skill unknown
A jump onto a partner’s face
With ne’er a crack of bone
Tom McSmee, a champion,
In several tests of skill
Could jump into a barrel of eggs
And never crack a shell
This sport was later outlawed
Permits were refused
When competitors took to wearing
Modern spikes upon their shoes
Did I get that right, boy, or not?

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67. Sunday League Footy – Chumbawamba

Let’s face it lads, you’re really crap!
But you’re exciting to watch, I’ll give you that
Not for a wage, not for fame
Not for directors
For the love of the game
You chicken out
You fluff the shot
You fall and shout
And foul a lot
Let’s face it lads, you’re really crap!
But you’re exciting to watch, I’ll give you that

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68. Orienteering – Chumbawamba

Compass, whistle, cagoul, map
Count your steps along the track
To checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back
Compass bearing sou-sou-west
Choose the route you think is best
Judging distance, pace and line
Head and feet to cut the time
To checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back
Checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back

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6 Deep Creepin’ – Dirty

[Verse 1 – G]
We be 6 deep creepin’
In a Deville sittin’ up on D’s with the suspension squeakin’
Got us some P, runnin’ the D’s so we gon’ smoke this weekend
I’m with my G’s, if we got beef, we gon’ commense to squeezin’
Bullets commense to skeetin’
Give my whole clique one reason
Why we shouldn’t slang crack and cocaine, nigga my pockets weak and
So I’ma bring in everythang, then my G’s ain’t eatin’
So the result is layin’ you down with them Tec-9 bullets skeetin’
That’s all we know so that’s how we go grab the ski mask for disguisin’
Can’t let him see me cause he gon’ know me and it’ll be too surprisin’
Fuck this nigga cause I’m ridin’
Tryin’ to come up so quickly
No time to stall, lickin’ ’em all, got a whole team that’s strictly
Ready to ball, stand up tall and they all move so swiftly
Them niggaz ain’t scared, they do it for bread
See they gon’ come go with me
Bustin’ up heads and lettin’ loose lead
And what do yo rhyme even matter
After you licked you ain’t worth shit we get what we got and we scatter
Back to the crib, divide this here, my pockets is gettin’ fatter
Yours getting flatter
When you heard the glass shatter
That means me and my niggaz done gathered
Now you bout to feel the wrath of
Somethin’ that you wished you hadn’t of
And all I can say is back up because I’m bout to act up
I get the stash from the back from the move
I got a good alibi we could use
We took the dead bodies off in the pool
And put the gloves that we used in the stool
Shit, you gon’ have to flush that too
Make sure that you see what you do
Cause if the PIG find out then we through
Then it’s off to the County for a few
But that’s not how the story is told
Shit, one of us gon’ have to go
Cause if them PIG’s find out that we stole
We gon’ have to bust back at them hoes
So get yo glock ready to reload
Haul ass real fast not slow
Cause on the block is 3rd patrol and they’ll beat ya till yo body swole
We need to find somewhere to hide this dough
Shit, what about behind the school
We can come get it later on man just wait for the spot to cool
Got back get the money any way
Split it up, give them niggaz about a eighth
I hid a couple G’s down by the lake
Hell yeah I got ’em but they’ll be straight

[Verse 2 – Pimp]
We be 6 deep creepin’
In a Deville sittin’ up on D’s with the suspension squeakin’
Got us some P, runnin’ them D’s so we gon’ smoke this weekend
I’m with my G’s, if we got beef, we gon’ commense to squeezin’
Bullets commense to skeetin’
Give my whole clique one reason
Why we shouldn’t ride a car full of ki’s, we got children we feedin’
Comin’ from Texas through New Orleans it gets thin and I’m lickin’
Mack ’em and leave, they gotta eat, either it’s grindin’ or pimpin’
Never get caught slippin’
Need a Cadillac to dip in
Do you niggaz wanna pitch in on a gallon of beer or hard gin
Getting drunk before we start lickin’
I know a nigga we can hit for 10 ?10 ki’s in his grandma den
The back door finna get kicked in
It’s another way we can get in
Cut the roof cause it’s made out of tin
4 niggaz jumpin’ out the shit then
2 niggaz in the car waitin’
Pitch black so we can’t see in
Get off my hip nigga stop pushin’
We get caught, we goin’ straight to the Pen
One fluke, then we all turned in
Getting life for this Devilish sin
Move slow nigga so we can hear ’em
Where the flashlight so we can see ’em
If they woke then we gon’ have to kill ’em
That ain’t the reason my folks came here
The old lady came out on the porch
Took her in the house, sit on the flo’
Man, what you came out here fo’
Now I’m gon’ have to tie you with rope
We hit the safe then we up out the do’
We done got what we came here fo’
Crank up the car,

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