Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros:Yalla Yalla

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“Yalla Yalla”
Artist: Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros
Albums: Rock Art And The X-Ray Style (1999)
Composers: Cook/Norris/Strummer
Lyricists: Joe Strummer

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 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 and 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, drive
Distance no object, rasta for I

Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoah
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jumbalaya 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, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoah
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jumbalaya on the Bayou

Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoah
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
There's 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 kebab 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 swine right outta the vine and then 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 syle nation
And maximum density

And I say
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoah
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jumbalaya on the Bayou

Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoah
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Only to shine, shine in gold, shine