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Chumbawamba

Genres: Rock

Love Me Lyrics - 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 

I lost my way but now I see 

I O.D.'d on irony 

I'll rediscover god for the next LP 

Love me, love me, love me, love me 

(Repeat) 

Take me, take me, seriously, love me, love me, love me, love me 

Bend me shake me anyway you want me whatever you want I'll be your heart's desire. Black and cuddly, you want love me, pop me cork watch me pop like bubbly. Hot or not you've got to use what you've got. Where's the weak spot, let me take a shot. What a turn on, does it feel lovely? Love me love me 

Johnny Johnny what for art thou 

How goes Victor Jara 

I got a stadium-sized pro rata headache 

Pretentious moi 

The ghost of Eamonn Andrews smiling watching over me 

I love it let's shoot it 'Johnny Trabba the movie' 

I paid my dues, I sung the blues 

I've done pain and personal hell 

Pass me the phone I got calls to make 

This will sell and sell 

I'm as Bob Roberts to your Phil Ochs 

Talking political 

So love me, love me, love me I'm a liberal 

Love me, love me, love me, love me 

(Repeat) 

Take me, take me, seriously, love me, love me, love me, love me 

Love me, freeze-frame, love me