Chumbawamba: Sometimes plunder

Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knockShe got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lotThe fridge was bare, the dog was bonesWeavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman callsMary, Mary, she went up the wallAnd she kissed bye bye to the holiest JoePlayed the wild rover and climbed on boardSays, 'It's all that the lady of the manor can afford'You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunderYou sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunderMeet Miss Morrissey, fingers lightShe lifted up his hat and he wept all nightShe's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the ninesThe pleasure and the privilege mine all mineCandid camera on every bloody wallAll the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em allFill those pockets and lift that grailLead me into temptation, girlsYou sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunderYou sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunderEverything I do, I do it for you. Everything I do is driven by you. Driven by you? You don't have a clue. I make your songs better and you always try to sue! Money, money, money--it's gone to your head. I sample too much and you say 'the music's dead'. Dead? Huh! You're the one that's dead--lots of money spent on someone with a hollow head. New Kids, Minogue, all those sort of rogues, making lots of money for those scheming little toads. Then you come to us and say we made the music worse--look at the Beatles and Stones--who made their music first?All the threes and all the queen bees singing 'does the driver wanna wee wee?'Wicked ladies, malicious intentYour honor, I was only trying to pick it up for lent.Does the driver wanna wee wee?Does the driver wanna wee wee?Does the driver wanna wee wee?'Cause we want to wee wee too!Why waste change, why change the habitIf the girl's got to have it then the girl's got to have itEasiest pickings, wall to wall, in England's piped ceramic mallsBy the dickens and the devil's daughterBingo full house everyone's a winnerThe lady works in mysterious waysAll because the lady loves Christmas every dayYou sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunderYou sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder(Repeat)You can make a living sometimes plundering(Repeat)Too late(Repeat)Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs