Yalla, Yalla
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 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
Cool 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'
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 groovin'
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
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 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
Cool 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'
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 groovin'
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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Writer(s): Joe Strummer, Richard Graham Thomas Norris, Pablo Cook
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