Chumbawamba – Idris Strike Song (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
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Have you been to work at Idris?

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No, we won’t go in today

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For we’re standing by our comrade,

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And we’ll never run away.

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She stood bravely by the union,

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And she spoke up for us true.

    Bb
And if she gets the sack,

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No, we never shall go back

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Whate’er they do, whate’er they do.
[Verse 2]
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Now you boys who’re washing bottles,

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It really is a shame

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To take the place of women.

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Don’t you think you are to blame?

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Come with us and join the union.

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Never heed what Idris say.

       Bb
We are out to right the wrong,

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And now we shan’t be long.

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Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!
[Verse 3]
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Master Willy, Master Willy,

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You must give in once again.

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It was wrong to sack a woman

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With two children to maintain.

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Thirteen years, she’s faithf’lly served you,

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Though she was three minutes late.

        Bb
But our little sister, Anne,

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Why she never checked the man

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At the gate, at the gate.
[Verse 4]
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Oh, you great king in the palace

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And you statesmen at the top,

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When you’re drinking soda water

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Or imbibing ginger pop,

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Think of those who work at Idris

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For very little pay

    Bb
And who only get nine bob

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For a most unpleasant job.

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Alackaday! Alackaday!
[Verse 5]
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Now then, girls all join the union

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Whatever you may be

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In pickles, jam, or choc’lates,

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Or packing pounds of tea.

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For we all want better wages,

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And this is what we say,

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“We are out to right the wrong,

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And now, we shan’t be long!

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Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!”