"Yalla Yalla" lyrics
Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros 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 our best tai-kwon-do moves on a barrel of beer
We're trying to get a signal out of ragga FM, do the DTI, buzz 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
Distance no object, rastafari
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Jambalaya on the bayou
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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 our best tai-kwon-do moves on a barrel of beer
Trying to get a signal through from ragga FM, do the DTI, buzz CNN
Sucking the swine right out of the vine, 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, rastafari
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 in focus yet
I'm groovin' with a free style nation
And maximum density
And I say yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Jambalaya on the bayou
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Only to shine, shine in gold, shine
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 tai-kwon-do moves on a barrel of beer
We're trying to get a signal out of ragga FM, do the DTI, buzz 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
Distance no object, rastafari
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Jambalaya on the bayou
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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 our best tai-kwon-do moves on a barrel of beer
Trying to get a signal through from ragga FM, do the DTI, buzz CNN
Sucking the swine right out of the vine, 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, rastafari
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 in focus yet
I'm groovin' with a free style nation
And maximum density
And I say yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Jambalaya on the bayou
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
Only to shine, shine in gold, shine
Writer(s): Joe Strummer, Richard Graham Thomas Norris, Pablo Cook
