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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