Christmas In Capetown
(专辑: Trouble In Paradise - 1983)
Every night In Jungletown All the
boogies in the
street Radios turned up very loud Playing Dancing Queen They love our music This English girl from the
North somewhere Is staying with me at my place Drinking up all my beer Talking about the
poor niggers all the
time It's a
real disgrace, she says I
tell her, Darling, don't talk about things You don't understand I
tell her, Darling, don't talk about something You don't know anything about I
tell her, Darling, if you don't like it here Go back to your own miserable country It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the
same Oh, the
boys on the
beach are still blowing And the
summer wind still kicks the
clouds around You know my little brother, babe Well, he works out at the
diamond mine I
drove him out there at five this morning The
niggers were waiting in a
big long line You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man With a
picture of Star Wars painted on the
side They were staring at us real hard with Their big ugly yellow eyes You could feel it You could feel it It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the
same The
stores are open all the
time And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the
crowd And the
Christmas lights still shine Myself, I
don't like to drink the
way I
used to, man, you know It don't seem to get me high And the
beer don't taste the
way it Ought to taste somehow And I
don't know why Don't talk to me about the
planes Man, I've heard it Just take a
look around What are we gonna do, blow up The
whole damn country? I
don't know It's Christmas in Cape Town It's Christmas in Cape Town It's Christmas in Cape Town