Shang-A-Lang
"My God! It's full of stars!"
Let's dig,
let's jump,
Let's get into the river
and a-humma-humma-hump.
Your tail,
tail wag,
Let's get into the kennel
and shagga-shagga-shag.
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang.
Your spit,
my spine,
Gonna make me a holler
with a full bodied wine
Don't bite,
don't talk,
Let's go into the sty
and puppa-puppa-puppa-puppa
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang.
My heart nailed to your door
in a gesture of desire,
Think I'll follow the path
of the guanaco,
I'm gonna set myself,
set myself afire.
Got a match,
gasoline,
Why do you treat me
so ma-ma-mean.
Got a gun,
got a bullet,
got a finger on the trigger,
gotta pa-pa-pa-pull it!
Yeah! Take some of this!
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang.
"When all of God's children,
black men and white men,
Jews and Gentiles,
Protestants and Catholics,
will be able to join hands
and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
'Free at Last! Free at Last!
Thank God Almighty!
We are Free at Last!'"
(Shots, screams)
Good intentions paved the road to hell,
High ideals do the same.
Think I'll follow the path of the guanaco,
I'm gonna set myself,
set myself aflame.
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang.
Let's dig,
let's jump,
Let's get into the river
and a-humma-humma-hump.
Your tail,
tail wag,
Let's get into the kennel
and shagga-shagga-shag.
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang.
Your spit,
my spine,
Gonna make me a holler
with a full bodied wine
Don't bite,
don't talk,
Let's go into the sty
and puppa-puppa-puppa-puppa
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang.
My heart nailed to your door
in a gesture of desire,
Think I'll follow the path
of the guanaco,
I'm gonna set myself,
set myself afire.
Got a match,
gasoline,
Why do you treat me
so ma-ma-mean.
Got a gun,
got a bullet,
got a finger on the trigger,
gotta pa-pa-pa-pull it!
Yeah! Take some of this!
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang.
"When all of God's children,
black men and white men,
Jews and Gentiles,
Protestants and Catholics,
will be able to join hands
and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
'Free at Last! Free at Last!
Thank God Almighty!
We are Free at Last!'"
(Shots, screams)
Good intentions paved the road to hell,
High ideals do the same.
Think I'll follow the path of the guanaco,
I'm gonna set myself,
set myself aflame.
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang,
Shangalang, shangalang,
shangalang-dang-dang.
Credits
Writer(s): Bill Martin, Phil Coulter
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