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Somewhere up town late last night
around 9 o'clock
There was a black snake crawling up
the
Latin American stairs
With his
Slicked
Black
Cockroachair
He was greasy lightning
He was looking for someone else
He said "I know you, you know me,
heyheylezzosee.....
I'm in the Mood to Mambo..."
Yeah Bongo Crazy man.
Someone else pulled out a gun and
said
"It's a little too late for that sort of
thing...
If you think that you're the
white/black snake don't go messing
with me...
I'm not in the mood"
Somebody else pulled,
I said "Don't be rude....just say Bongo
Crazy man"
Yah...been there
Done that
given every tit-for-tat
I'm for me
You're for you
Let's keep it that way
Okay??
Meanwhile
Later on underneath the river
Some frogman slipped
On his black beret
Over his skin
Tight rubbersuit.
Black boots
Looking for a place to go
An dive
Heading for the nearest divers skive
Looking for love
On the cheap rate
Go!
Gonna make it down
with you wan
D'ja see?
He said
"Crazy bongo
I'm in the Mood to Mambo"
Meanwhile
We can watch the come
Dancing competitions
From the Midlands International
Danceband Orchestra.
Lifting up their frilly chiffon skirts
They whirled and they twirled
In the late night rustle
To the beat of the muscle
Of the drum man
Inanin
he's picking up the beat on the
bongo skin
He was lookin for love underneath
that din.
He was looking for me
He was looking for you
Till I walked up to the woman
And I said
(with a shoe)
I'm in the mooooood tooooooo
mambo
Bongo Crazy
sssshhhh....
Let me into one of the secrets of this
place
Y'see thelate night
Flick knives
glitter through the window
Careful where you go boy
Those knives are
Flick
Flack
Flagging through the dark, man
They're gonna cut
your
skin
I talked to Fr. Murphy and he swore
he wouldn't tell
But some of those boys are gonna go
to hell
See they're in the Mood to Mambo
Crazy Bongo
cha cha cha
The fog horns scream
And the boys go "Woo Woo"
I don't mind
Cos I'm with you
We go bongo crazy
Yes we do
No we don't
Bongo crazy!!
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Hey, she'll set the world alight
She's looking lost with life
But no-one's on fire
And still she burns
She waits her turn
Straight up.
Sometimes at least it seems
She hears the whole place scream
But she finds sleep
With light hand relief
She's going deep
Straight up
She holds no convictions
Which means she never doubts
Day falls into night
She draws the blind
Calls it a day
And when she wakes
Sees nothing's changed
Straight up.
She just stands there waiting
Waiting for something
Anything at all
Nothing at all
Not at all.
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I can sleep alone
I know how
I stay here on my own
And now.
I wake from sleep with little rest
It's 10 by 9 and in a mess
A window shut but facing west
A worn out rug, an old address
And
This is my room
Yes
This is my room
I often stay at home
I often sleep alone
I know how
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Another Piece of Red
I was reading in New Zealand about
Ian Smith
I was thinking they were lucky to be
rid of that shit.
The people here can still believe in
stiff lips and stiff collars
They're speaking deals in English
But they're making deals in dollars.
They're breaking up an empire
Nobody's buying British
They're calling for an umpire
Nobody's playing cricket
The flags are coming down
everybody stands saluting
But somewhere in the distance, I can
hear somebody shooting.
And another piece of red left my atlas
today.
It's so long Hong Kong and no more
Singapore
Those steaming nights of Malta
Goodbye Gibraltar
I'll give you arms for Africa
I'm hungry for India
The sun's set on Australia
And vive le Canada
Theyre breaking up an empire
Nobody's buying British
Calling for an umpire
It really isn't cricket
The flags are coming down
There's a minimum of looting
Somewhere in the distance I can see
somebody shooting
And another piece of red left my atlas
today.........
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Under their thumb
Kicked and beaten like an angry
rabid dog
Under their thumb
Squashed and squeezed like a dried-
up, rinsed out worm
You can't do a thing
Best lie still 'til you wait your turn
Can't do a thing
Your day will come
You're under their thumb
Under their thumb
And now you feel you're not alone
Under their thumb
And now you feel the pressure zone
You can't do a thing
Revenge is sweet but it's sugar free
Can't do a thing
Your day will come
Now you're under their thumb
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I was walking down the street
I was walking down the street with
the queen of hearts
She does the monkey, the polish and
the spit,
I do the all-age favorite the epileptic
fit.
Polo-neck, polo-neck, she don't wear
a shirt
I suppose it's because it disquises the
dirt.
Hey, where are you going with that
hat on your head?
"Down to the graveyard to visit the
dead."
Please don't go
A worm in one ear and a slug in the
other
It doesn't look like her, are you sure
that it's mother?
Please don't go....now please.
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Did you slip the noose when the
beast broke loose
The elephants graveyard ain't the
place to be
And white turns black, dies of heart
attack
The elephants graveyard needs the
change of scene.
You got the money, but who needs
the tension
And fear's no cheaper on the old age
pension
There's just one thing that I forgot to
mention
What've you got to lose when you
know
You're guilty 'till proven guilty
Isn't that the law
Guilty 'till proven guilty
That's what we saw
Do the blue rinse shuffle with the
beach boy muscle
Waiting all your life for this golf cart
life
You see the judge and then you
check the jury
She does her hair and calls the
lawyer curti
It's Disneyland under martial law
Titch on the TV tell me what you saw
They wre guilty 'till proven guilty etc....
Justice isn't blind
It just looks the other way
Not from want of trying
I have nothing left to say
The sky burns bright, 24 hour night
And you don't pay death duties when
your on death duty
You came here looking for the peace
and quiet
The healthy air and the healthy diet
The sea's so calm but the street's a
riot
Taken years off your life when you've
no years left to give
Yeah you're
Guilty 'till proven guilty etc.
Shame shame shimmy shame.
Shame shame shimmy shame.
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Chorus:
Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Screaming in the suffering sea
It sounds like crying
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms
Police and priests
And I wonder do you wonder
While you're sleeping with your whore
That sharing beds with history
Is like a-licking running sores
Forty shades of green yeah
Sixty shades of red
Heroes going cheap these days
Price; a bullet in the head
repeat chorus
Take your hand and lead you
Up a garden path
Let me stand aside here
And watch you pass
Striking up a soldier's song
I know that tune
It begs too many questions
And answers to,
repeat chorus
The purple and the pinstripe
Mutely shake their heads
A silense shrieking volumes
A violence worse than the condemn
Stab you in the back yeah
Laughing in your face
Glad to see the place again
It's a pitty nothing's changed
repeat chorus
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You don't have to be afraid
You just have to make the leap of
fate
I'm not thinking in quantum jumps
No I think in lines but I speak in lumps
When you say those things it seems
so crude
Do you think you're clever ah you're
so rude
Please don't talk to me when I'm
talking to you
Don't talk to me when I'm talking to
you
You're mouth's wide open and it don't
become you
Now there's no need you don't have
to be ashamed
I'm left standing in the shade
I say one thing, you say another
I've got insurance, I'm well covered
You seem so real but you feel so fake
I got it made when I'm on the make
Please don't talk to me when I'm
talking to you
Don't talk to me when I'm talking to
you
You're mouth's wide open and it don't
become you
I keep feelin' I've been framed
You stitch me up now I'm tailor made
Time moves slow and I feel sick
Then you toss and turn stay up all
night
Then you say those things and I don't
know why
Please don't talk to me when I'm
talking to you
Don't talk to me when I'm talking to
you
You're mouth's wide open and it don't
become you
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I don't want to listen
But I think I see you screaming
And it hurts.
Instant Solzhenitsyn
I get salt mines when I hear your
voice
It hurts.
Kiss the hurt off her Kung Fu tongue
I turn off when she turns on
That's why I'll say
Hurts hurts.
Who an' what an' where an' when
an' why an' how an'
Which you bitch
It hurts.
The false teeth shake an' rattle
When the slack mouth tittle tattles
And it hurts.
Kiss the hurt on her Kung Fu tongue
I come off when she comes on
That's why we say
Hurt hurts.
My ears are bleeding
My stomach's so sore
I slice the hurt off her Kung Fu tongue
We come off when they come on
That's why we say
Hurt hurts.
Hard side
Tough inside
She cut you with stiletto style
Boy, it hurts.
I lick the wound, she tears the eyes
You scratch her back and she'll claw
mine
That hurts.
My eyes water
My mouth's so dry
Kiss the hurt off her Kung Fu tongue
I turn off when you turn on
Then I might say
Hoit hoits
Hurt hurts.
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Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
African jungle
Big city street
The only real difference is in
The people you meet
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
It's an agreeable town
It's neat and sedate
Why even the muggers are off
The streets by eight
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe
Polite and well spoken
Well heeded and well sane
They know they're alive
When they start to feel pain
You're staying up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe
Big city jungle
African street
The only real difference is in
The people they meet
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