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!