Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros

Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros - Yalla Yalla lyrics

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 our best taekwondo moves

On a barrel of beer

We trying to get a signal on a Ragga F.M.

Do the D.T.I., bust CNN

Sucking the wine right outta 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, yalah

Yalla, yalla, yalioo, whoa

Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalah

Jumbalaya 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, yalah

Yalla, yalla, yalioo, whoa

Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalah

Jumbalaya on the Bayou

Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalah

Yalla, yalla, yalioo, whoa

Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalah

There's jumbalaya 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 taekwondo moves

On a barrel of beer

Trying to get a signal through from Ragga F.M.

Do the D.T.I., bust CNN

Sucking the swine right outta the vine

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 seething, like

Seeming like a homeland on the plain

Not in focus yet

Seeming like a homeland on the plain

Not a focus yet

I'm groovin' with a free syle nation

And maximum density

And I say

Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalah

Yalla, yalla, yalioo, whoa

Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalah

Jumbalaya on the Bayou

Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalah

Yalla, yalla, yalioo, whoa

Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalah

Only to shine, shine in gold, shine

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