Pickle - Chumbawamba

Preserved and safe on a high-up shelf

Where soiled little fingers can’t mess

Catalogued labeled and rarely-played

Polished and pure and possessed

Aaahaa — That’s not music

Aaahaa — That’s a pickle

Aaahaa — That’s not music

Aaahaa — That’s a pickle

Best keep your songs in the safety of darkness

And never expose them to light

Open with care (shh), pack in the box

All your songs might grow wings and take flight

Aaahaa — That’s not music

Aaahaa — That’s a pickle

Aaahaa — That’s not music

Aaahaa — That’s a pickle

Pickle

(Whealin' and the dealin' there, in the whiskey business for a long time…

And this guy had a guitar…

It laid around there and I lotta times there wouldn’t be any customers in the

place

And I’d grab up this guitar and I got to pecking around on it

And I thought it sounded awful pretty)