Yalla Yalla 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 ke-bab shop in the streets of fear

Forgetting all our best tae-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

Spitting it out again

Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin'

Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin'

Drive, drive, distance no object, rasta for I

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla

Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa

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, ya-li-oo, whoa

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla

Jambalaya on the Bayou

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla

Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa

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 timeJoe Strummer - Yalla Yalla - http://motolyrics.com/joe-strummer/yalla-yalla-lyrics.html

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 tae-kwon-do moves

On a barrel of beer

Trying to get a signal through from Ragga F.M.

Do the D.T.I., bust CNN

Sucking the wine right outta the vine

And I'm spitting it back again

Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin'

Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin'

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 the maximum density

And I say, yalla yalla, yalla yalla

Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla

Jambalaya on the Bayou

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla

Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla

Only to shine, shine in gold, shine