Uncle John From Jamaica
I can't sleep
I can't live
I can't cry
I can't die
I can't walk
I can't talk
Booze
I can booze
Steal your shoes
So I can move
Tumble in the rough
Tumble in the rough
Tumble in the rough
I'm looking for a new mediation
Still looking for a new way to fly
Don't want any plastic validation
Not looking for a new way to die
I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what
I'm lookin' for a new stimulation
Quite bored of those inflatable ties
I'm lookin' for a new rock sensation<
Yo No Soy Esa Mujer
Blind date with a chancer, we had oysters and dry lances
And the check when it arrived, we went dutch dutch dutch
Dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash
And this emory board is given me a rash
I’m flat out
You’re so beautyful to look at when you cry
Freeze don’t move
You’ve been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation
Of the sequel to your life
A shady lane
Everybody wants one
A shady lane
Everybody needs one
Oh my God (8)
It’s everybody’s God (4)
The worlds collide
And all that We want is a shady lane
Glance don’t stare
Soon you’re beeing told to recognize your heirs
No not me
I’m an island of such great complexity
Distress surrounds
The muddy peaceful centre of this town
Tell me off
The hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys
And the overfriendly concierge
A shady lane
Everybody wants one
A shady lane
Everybody needs one
Oh my God (8)
It’s everybody’s God (4)
The world collide
And all that I want is a shady lane