Lyrics Mango - Sarathy Korwar, Zia Ahmed

Mango

Mango
Man go write something
And white man go, I don’t know
Maybe it needs a symbol to represent the exotic
Something like
A mango
Man go into bar
And barman go
«Why the long mango?»
Snap poll
Which racist do you want on your banknote
Give you the default sitar solo
A.K.A.
Indian banjo
Ah god, elections
Gotta hang low
This guy’s telling me to go back home
Type NW2, what does your sat-nav show?
Are you indigenous though?
Are you indigenous though?
If not, you better be vigilant bro
Or what?
I think that I’m invisible, no
I think that I’m a mythical creature
That working class black, that working class brown
We don’t seem to have any worth in your towns
I know in the old days, everything was okay
Saw it in a documentary called Mary Poppins
Supercalifragilisticexpiali
Mango
So, Mr. English man
Which part of England do you grow them leaves that make your famous English
breakfast tea?
English like a cheeky Nando’s
English like cutting through your country as if it were a mango
When it come to hear us, people in power seem to cut their ear off
Like Van Gogh, or Van Go
Power corrupts, you already killed Duncan
You might as well kill Banquo
Scaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the fandango?
Are you gonna bang, are you gonna bang though?
No
Islamism is the new communism
Shit, it’s time to reboot Rambo
The skies are grey, today they won’t have drones
Today they still have homes
Nah, I need to have a word with the Espíritu Santo
The meaning of life has gotta be a series of portmanteaus
Jabberwocky, never straight negro y blanco
I hold a baby in my arms
She don’t weigh much more than a box of mangoes
She smiles, I have hope
I have love, I have life
And I will fight for days and nights
That taste sweeter than