| Song | This Girl |
| Artist | Chumbawamba |
| Album | Uneasy Listening |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This girl | |
| She didn’t turn out | |
| Quite the way she was supposed to do | |
| Ooh This girl | |
| She got bored of all the things | |
| They brought her up to say | |
| She newer meant them anyway | |
| This girl | |
| She got caught out | |
| On the multi-storey car park | |
| Throwing goodbye notes | |
| Wrapped up in bricks | |
| When they put her in the car | |
| She said ’jesus made me do it’ | |
| But all the priest in all the world | |
| Couldn’t save this girl | |
| This girl | |
| Content with all the bloody noses | |
| Scabby knees | |
| You get from fighting wars like these | |
| Running past the tidy houses | |
| Pulling faces | |
| This material world | |
| Couldn’t temp this girl | |
| Now she enertains the world | |
| And all it’s mates | |
| But she doesn’t fit in | |
| Everybody thinks this girl is great | |
| But she’s lacing all the party drinks | |
| With venom from a poison pen | |
| This girl | |
| She made a habit of habitually lying | |
| Does everybody’s head in | |
| She knows what happens | |
| When the next stop that you see | |
| It’s not the one | |
| That everyone expected to be | |
| This girl | |
| Happy families | |
| Round the supermarket check-out | |
| She loves to be the odd one out | |
| The party girl who stayed upstair | |
| Playing musical chairs | |
| La-la, la-la-la | |
| She doesn’t care | |
| This girl | |
| Now she enertains the world | |
| And all it’s mates | |
| But she doesn’t fit in | |
| Everybody thinks this girl is great | |
| But she’s lacing all the party drinks | |
| With venom from a poison pen | |
| This girl | |
| She didn’t turn out | |
| Quite the way she was supposed to do | |
| Ooh |
| This girl | |
| She didn' t turn out | |
| Quite the way she was supposed to do | |
| Ooh This girl | |
| She got bored of all the things | |
| They brought her up to say | |
| She newer meant them anyway | |
| This girl | |
| She got caught out | |
| On the multistorey car park | |
| Throwing goodbye notes | |
| Wrapped up in bricks | |
| When they put her in the car | |
| She said ' jesus made me do it' | |
| But all the priest in all the world | |
| Couldn' t save this girl | |
| This girl | |
| Content with all the bloody noses | |
| Scabby knees | |
| You get from fighting wars like these | |
| Running past the tidy houses | |
| Pulling faces | |
| This material world | |
| Couldn' t temp this girl | |
| Now she enertains the world | |
| And all it' s mates | |
| But she doesn' t fit in | |
| Everybody thinks this girl is great | |
| But she' s lacing all the party drinks | |
| With venom from a poison pen | |
| This girl | |
| She made a habit of habitually lying | |
| Does everybody' s head in | |
| She knows what happens | |
| When the next stop that you see | |
| It' s not the one | |
| That everyone expected to be | |
| This girl | |
| Happy families | |
| Round the supermarket checkout | |
| She loves to be the odd one out | |
| The party girl who stayed upstair | |
| Playing musical chairs | |
| Lala, lalala | |
| She doesn' t care | |
| This girl | |
| Now she enertains the world | |
| And all it' s mates | |
| But she doesn' t fit in | |
| Everybody thinks this girl is great | |
| But she' s lacing all the party drinks | |
| With venom from a poison pen | |
| This girl | |
| She didn' t turn out | |
| Quite the way she was supposed to do | |
| Ooh |
| This girl | |
| She didn' t turn out | |
| Quite the way she was supposed to do | |
| Ooh This girl | |
| She got bored of all the things | |
| They brought her up to say | |
| She newer meant them anyway | |
| This girl | |
| She got caught out | |
| On the multistorey car park | |
| Throwing goodbye notes | |
| Wrapped up in bricks | |
| When they put her in the car | |
| She said ' jesus made me do it' | |
| But all the priest in all the world | |
| Couldn' t save this girl | |
| This girl | |
| Content with all the bloody noses | |
| Scabby knees | |
| You get from fighting wars like these | |
| Running past the tidy houses | |
| Pulling faces | |
| This material world | |
| Couldn' t temp this girl | |
| Now she enertains the world | |
| And all it' s mates | |
| But she doesn' t fit in | |
| Everybody thinks this girl is great | |
| But she' s lacing all the party drinks | |
| With venom from a poison pen | |
| This girl | |
| She made a habit of habitually lying | |
| Does everybody' s head in | |
| She knows what happens | |
| When the next stop that you see | |
| It' s not the one | |
| That everyone expected to be | |
| This girl | |
| Happy families | |
| Round the supermarket checkout | |
| She loves to be the odd one out | |
| The party girl who stayed upstair | |
| Playing musical chairs | |
| Lala, lalala | |
| She doesn' t care | |
| This girl | |
| Now she enertains the world | |
| And all it' s mates | |
| But she doesn' t fit in | |
| Everybody thinks this girl is great | |
| But she' s lacing all the party drinks | |
| With venom from a poison pen | |
| This girl | |
| She didn' t turn out | |
| Quite the way she was supposed to do | |
| Ooh |