Chumbawamba

I'm an anarchist, I'm the anti-christ
Well sort of not really
It's not big it's not clever
And i'm quite a reasonable fella
Your friendly uncle good with kids good ol' paternalist pop
Good cop bad cop good cop bad cop good cop good cop
I was a wannabe and wannabes don't know what they want to be
I needn't have worried 'cos the man upstairs was looking out for me
God gave me the finger with his free hand
Now I'm his left hand man
Hey punk don't call me Mac
My name is Johnny Trabant
Love me, love me, love me, love me
(Repeat)
Take me, take me, seriously, love me, love me, love me, love me
They call me the great pretender
John Noakes was my mentor
I'm a walking talking ideas man
Here's one I prepared earlier
Stretch Armstrong and his rubber band
Edwin Meese and the sex police
Please Mister Postman post-post-modern deliver us from Elvis
Be-bop-a-lula my baby-baby does good culture yes
Now I found what I'm looking for I find myself in another fine mess
Someone muddied my waters