Bradford bad lad   He's ripping up the room at the top   Tubthumping have-not   Never kept his gob shut   Taking on the pal's batallion   Who shove us to the bottom   Give us nowt but trouble   'Here's a pittance for your silence'   Where did the chickens go?   Must've been a thousand now   Why did they cross the road?   To get to them that needs 'em on the other side!   Bradford bad lad   Never kept his gob shut   Why should we always go without?   When they have much and we have nowt?   There are cracks and loopholes ten feet wide   So load up t'van and we'll eat tonight!   These bloody fools in the chicken run   Punch 'em on the nose and have done!