| Well, so long, liberty
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| Let’s forget you didn’t show, not in my time
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| But in our sons' and daughters' time, when you get the feeling
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| Call and you got a room, meantime
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| We’re cutting our hands at the kebab shop in the streets of fear
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| Forgetting all our best tai-kwon-do moves on a barrel of beer
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| We’re trying to get a signal out of ragga FM, do the DTI, buzz CNN
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| Sucking the wine right out of the vine, spitting it out again
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| Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
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| Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
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| Drive, drive
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| Distance no object, rastafari
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| Jambalaya on the bayou
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| Kool Moe Dee was in The Treacherous Three
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| There’s old school, new school, and Brownie McGee
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| Going underwater to explode
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| Now night is falling on the grove
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| You can but dream…
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| And I hear yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| Jambalaya on the bayou
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| There’s jambalaya on the bayou tonight in the grove
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| Well, so long, liberty
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| Just let’s forget you never showed, not in my time
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| But in our sons' and daughters' time, when you get the feeling
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| Call and you got a room, meantime
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| We’re cutting our hands on the kebab shop in the streets of fear
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| Forgetting all our best tai-kwon-do moves on a barrel of beer
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| Trying to get a signal through from ragga FM, do the DTI, buzz CNN
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| Sucking the swine right out of the vine, I’m spitting it back again
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| Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
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| Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
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| Drive, drive
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| Distance no object, rastafari
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| Somebody got a vision of a homeland
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| From a township, from a township window
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| Through a township window, some crazy widow
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| Dares to have a vision, starts seething like
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| Seeming like a homeland on the plain
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| Not in focus yet
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| Seeming like a homeland on the plain
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| Not in focus yet
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| I’m groovin' with a free style nation
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| And maximum density
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| And I say yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| Jambalaya on the bayou
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla yo
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| Yalla, yalla, yalla, yalla
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| Only to shine, shine in gold, shine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yalla Yalla , by - Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros. Song from the album Rock, Art And The X-Ray Style, in the genre Поп