Look! No Strings! Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card 

Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' 

That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana. 

High above the streets and houses 

Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle 

Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high 

Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky 

(Chorus) 

Have your fun whilst your alive 

You won't get nothing when you die 

Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die 

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card 

Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' 

Gobsmacked, William Shatnered 

Meta does a double take 

Come on baby, do the camera shake 

Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle 

Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Meta Battle 

(Repeat chorus) 

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card 

Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' 

Meta Battle shot her Lord 

And watched him tumble down 

And now there's people out with Polaroids all around town 

And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house may well be the original 

Kiss it as you pass 

(Repeat chorus) 

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card 

Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' 

(Repeat) 

Susej em kcuf ho 

(Repeat)