作曲 : Chumbawamba
Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock 
She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot 
The fridge was bare, the dog was bones 
Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls 
Mary, Mary, she went up the wall 
And she kissed bye bye to the holiest 
Joe Played the wild rover and climbed on board 
Says, 'It's all that the lady of the manor can afford' 
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder 
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder 
Meet Miss 
Morrissey, fingers light 
She lifted up his hat and he wept all night 
She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines 
The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine 
Candid camera on every bloody wall 
All the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em all 
Fill those pockets and lift that grail 
Lead me into temptation, girls 
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder 
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder 
Everything 
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 intent 
Your 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 habit 
If the girl's got to have it then the girl's got to have it 
Easiest pickings, wall to wall, in 
England's piped ceramic malls 
By the dickens and the devil's daughter 
Bingo full house everyone's a winner 
The lady works in mysterious ways 
All because the lady loves 
Christmas every day 
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder 
You 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