Love Me Chumbawamba

I'm an anarchist. I'm the anti-christ. Well, sort of. Not really
It's not big. It's not clever. 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 wannabe's 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 John Trabant!

(Chorus)
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
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, Mr Postman, post-post modern, deliver us from Elvis
Be-bop-a-lula baby baby, does good culture, yes!
Now I found what Im looking for, I find myself in another fine mess
Someone muddied my waters. I lost my way but now I see
I OD'd on irony. I'll rediscover God for the next LP