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Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros
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Lyrics

Well, so long liberty Let's forget you didn't show Not in my time ...But in our sons' and daughters' time When you get the feeling Call and you got a room Meantime, we're cutting our hands at the kebab shop In the streets of fear Forgetting all out best Tae Kwon Do moves On a barrel of beer We trying to get a signal on a Ragga FM Do the DTI, bust CNN Sucking the wine right out of the vine Spitting it out again Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin' Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin' Drive, drive, drive Distance no object, rasta for I Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah Jambalaya on the Bayou Kool Moe Dee was in the Treacherous Three There's old school, new school and Brownie McGee Going underwater to explode Now night is falling on the grove You can but dream And I hear Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah Jambalaya on the Bayou Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah There's jambalaya on the Bayou tonight in the grove Well, so long liberty Just let's forget you never showed Not in my time But in our sons' and daughters' time When you get the feeling Call and you got a room Meantime, we're cutting our hands on the kebab shop In the streets of fear Forgetting all those best Tae Kwon Do moves On a barrel of beer We trying to get a signal through from Ragga FM Do the DTI, bust CNN Sucking this wine right out of the vine And I'm spitting it back again Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin' Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin' Drive, drive Distance no object, rasta for I Somebody got a vision of a homeland From a township, from a township window Through a township window Some crazy widow dares to have a vision Starts seeming, like Seeming like the homeland on the plain Not in focus yet Seeming like the homeland on the plain Not in focus yet I'm groovin' with a freestyle nation And maximum density And I say Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah Jambalaya on the Bayou Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah Only to shine, shine in gold, shine