Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wogs Will Walk , by - Cornershop. Song from the album Handcream for a Generation, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.03.2002
Record label: Wiiija
Song language: English
Wogs Will Walk |
| We’re gonna get on down now |
| We’re gonna get on down |
| We’re gonna get on down now |
| We’re gonna get on down |
| Pass me the laser beam |
| And let me wipe the wretched out clean |
| Pass me the laser beam |
| And let me wipe the devil men clean |
| Broad Street’s a racket, got no time for the piper’s role |
| Second round the corner, I let the Jackie Graham go |
| The windows open onto Soho Road |
| People by the Pakis punctuated by the brown atoll |
| Broader than Bombay, they’re clogging up the slow lane |
| I meet Rajesh, Roshan, and KPC |
| His eligible sons he calls the three degrees |
| On his bike he shouts request to me |
| Ten of them, sixty of these |
| Bested by no word, his shout is my guarantee |
| Pass me the laser beam |
| And let me wipe the wretched out clean |
| Pass me the laser beam |
| And let me wipe the devil men clean |
| It’s a world wide web, wog’s world war |
| Rockford rock against the clean four-by-fours |
| To get a little, wog’s got to give a lot |
| Wogs will walk and the wait is hard |
| Well this one’s going out to the u-federation |
| N-O-G, Wigan’s ovation |
| The wog of the zero invention |
| Bit between the GW intervention |
| Passing the catch, I do kick the gear stack |
| Pass me the laser beam |
| And let me wipe the devil men clean |
| Born in the year of the marketing manager |
| The record stack I sweep up for the janitor |
| A hip-hop brick to the overseas dick |
| I understand guns in the A&R office |
| Wogs will walk the Mowgli walk |
| Salt marches and the wait is hard |
| Wearing out the top soil, passing the parked cars |
| Packed lunched, the wog is non-stop |
| I hail a cab for the Pan Am to Dehli |
| Greeted by Bubbley Kaur, the walk-in jewellery store |
| Head for, get onto the GT road |
| Now a driver like Barry G should be driving earth |
| The last leg of Little Riding Hood |
| I exchange with pictures of Sam Fox |
| L.E.D. |
| quartz (bionic) you fathered like a pocket watch |
| One ton of tinsel, a chauffeur and a Parker pen |
| To this reactor light, I throw in a Jackie Graham |
| Pull in the mud path at Terminal One |
| London customs on the lookout for a wog on the run |
| They ratchet my case open as if it was a Fanta can |
| All they see is authentic pirate cassette tapes |
| German elastic produced on Tokyo dub plate |
| Keep |
| Japan on the map-an |
| Rolex rollicks, attention, attention |
| Wogs will walk |
| And this time the wait is about twelve pounds |