Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros Lyrics

9. Yalla Yalla

Well so long liberty 
Let's forget you didn't show 
Not in my time 
But in our sons's 
And daughters time 
When you get the feeling 
Call, and you got a room 
Meantime, We're cutting our hands 
At the ke-bab shop 
In the streets of fear 
Forgetting all out best 
Tai-kwon-do 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 
And spitting it out again 

Groovin', lets cut out of the scene 
An go groovin' 
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene 
An 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 
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 ya-lah 
Yalla yalla ya-li-oo, whoa 
Yalla yalla yalla ya-lah 
Jumbalaya on the Bayou 

Yalla yalla yalla ya-lah 
Yalla yalla ya-li-oo, whoa 
Yalla yalla yalla ya-lah 
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's 
And daughters time 
When you get the feeling 
Call, and you got a room 
Meantime, We're cutting our hands 
On the ke-bab shop 
In the streets of fear 
Forgetting all those best 
Tai-kwon-do moves 
On a barrel of beer 
We trying to get a signal 
Through from Ragga F.M 
Do the D.T.I 
Bust CNN? 
Sucking the swine 
Right outta the vine 
And spitting it out again 
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene 
An go groovin' 
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene 
An go groovin' 

Drive 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 grooving 
With a free style nation 
And maximum density 

And I say 
Yalla yalla yalla ya-lah 
Yalla yalla ya-li-oo, whoa 
Yalla yalla yalla ya-lah 
Jumbalaya on the Bayou 

Yalla yalla yalla ya-lah 
Yalla yalla ya-li-oo, whoa 
Yalla yalla yalla ya-lah

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