The Shaikh, he drove his Cadillac Shareef Rockin' the Casbah Rock Shareef Rockin' the Casbah Rock Shareef Rockin' the Casbah Rock Shareef He thinks
In 1977 I hope I go to Heaven 'Cause I been too long on the dole And I can't work at all Danger stranger You better paint your face No Elvis, Beatles
Yes, it's time for the Dr. Goebbels Show There's a tower in the heart of London With a radio station right at the top They don't make the city beat They
But there's no need to get excited As the lorries bring the bacon in 'Cause the housewives are all singing Groovy times are here again They discovered one black
One, two, three, four Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine A little more every day Holding for a friend till the band do well Then the
Gonna scrape the trouble off my boots! As they were dancing in the evening And the light shone through the trees This girl my eye was following Asked
Standing in the queue of a school canteen Guys on the corner they were laughing at me But I don't mind if they see it all You know I gotta come clean,
My daddy was a bank robber But he never hurt nobody He just loved to lift that bank And he loved Never loved a shovel, break The old man spoke up in
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Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Take your car out of that gear Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Get your car out of that gear
got it nailed down-swiss tight The bank notes of Europe, the emperors and kings Curl in the autumn as the burning of leaves And I've cleaned my black
The prisoner meets the muppet hi-fi North of Watford Junction We get in but we don't have fun An' we leave before the truncheons So it's back to watch
Napalm This is Radio Clash tearing up the seven veils This is Radio Clash, please save us, not the whales This is Radio Clash underneath a mushroom
It is you, you, you (Oh yeah) It is you, you, you (Oh yeah) I said a pressure drop, oh pressure, oh pressure's gonna drop on you (Oh yeah) I said a
(Booker T. Jones) (Instrumental)
I would love to be the lucky one on Chill Avenue Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue But then you see the losers as they turn in
Between cool confusion Kung fu in the car park Could the weekend be losing That reactive spark Even in the Shebeen Or down in the meat rack Longtime