Paroles: Chumbawamba. I'm Not Sorry I Was Having Fun.

By the time I got to Woodstock
It was going up in flames
In June under a silvery moon
Why do all your songs turn out the same?

Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got

I'm not sorry, I was having fun
I'm not sorry

I got that old time religion
Where we still don't cross the picket lines
You got rush Limbaugh on your side
But I got Ricky Tomlinson on mine

Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got

I'm not sorry, I was having fun
I'm not sorry

Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got

I'm not sorry, I was having fun
I'm not sorry

Now since this, uh, single was a great hit all over the world
You must have earned a lot of money
And we were wondering how being an anarchist
And, um, being a rich man get along together?