Chip on Your Shoulder, Ian Stanton
Music is upbeat acoustic guitar
Chip On Your Shoulder
by Ian Stanton
Going to the pictures
to see the late, late show
You’re told that you’re a fire risk
so the wheelchair has to go
You’re in your seat, you turn around,
you wave your wheels goodbye.
You don’t need many guesses
who’s going to be the first to fry?
But if you try to argue “that’s my legs you’re taking away”,
You can guarantee there’ll always be somebody there who’ll say …
You’ve got a chip on your shoulder
Got a really bad attitude
Is it any wonder
People treat you the way they do
You really should be grateful for all we do for you
and be a quiet little crip without a chip
Waiting on the platform
To board the 905
You’re travelling with the livestock
Please do prove that you’re alive
You can make friends with the pigeons there
And keep each other warm
There is no heating in their cage and it’s brewing up a storm
No clamps to hold you down
You feel your body slipping away
But if you moan, it’s 10 to 1, the guard will come and say...
You’ve got a chip on your shoulder
Got a really bad attitude
Is it any wonder
People treat you the way they do.
You really should be grateful for all we do for you
and be a quiet little crip without a chip
I’ve never done a marathon
I’d sooner drink and smoke
But what’s your opening question
“You that tv wheelchair bloke?”
and “how’d you get like that then?
Was it some great tragedy?”
“I was stuntman in Jaws II
and I really earned me fee...”
And I sit here and wonder
what you hear and what you see
Are you looking at the chair
or are you listening to me?”
You’ve got a chip on your shoulder
Got a really bad attitude
Is it any wonder
People treat you the way they do.
You really should be grateful for all we do for you
and be a quiet little crip without a chip
Oh yeah
Be a quiet little crip without a chip
That’s right
Be a quiet little crip
Quiet little crip
Quiet little crip without a chip
Woah yeah