Yalla Yalla Lyrics - Joe Strummer And The Mescaleros

Well so long, liberty let's forget you 

Didn't show, not in my time 

But in our sons' and daughters' time 

When you get the feeling, call and you got a room 

Meantime, we're cutting our hands 

At the ke-bab shop in the streets of fear 

Forgetting all our best tae-kwon-do 

Moves on a barrel of beer 

We trying to get a signal on a Ragga F.M. 

Do the D.T.I., bust CNN 

Sucking the wine right outta the vine 

Spitting it out again 

Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin' 

Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin' 

Drive, drive, distance no object, rasta for I 

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa 

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

Jambalaya on the Bayou 

Kool Moe Dee was in the treacherous three 

There's old school, new school and Brownie McGee 

Going underwater to explode 

Now night is falling on the grove, you can but dream 

And I hear yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa 

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

Jambalaya on the Bayou 

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa 

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

There's jambalaya on the Bayou tonight in the grove 

Well so long, liberty just let's forget 

You never showed, not in my time 

But in our sons' and daughters' time 

When you get the feeling, call and you got a room 

Meantime we're cutting our hands 

On the ke-bab shop in the streets of fear 

Forgetting all those best tae-kwon-do moves 

On a barrel of beer 

Trying to get a signal through from Ragga F.M. 

Do the D.T.I., bust CNN 

Sucking the wine right outta the vine 

And I'm spitting it back again 

Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin' 

Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin' 

Drive, drive, distance no object, rasta for I 

Somebody got a vision of a homeland 

From a township, from a township window 

Through a township window 

Some crazy widow dares to have a vision 

Starts seething, like 

Seeming like a homeland on the plain 

Not in focus yet 

Seeming like a homeland on the plain 

Not a focus yet 

I'm groovin' with a free style nation 

And the maximum density 

And I say, yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa 

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

Jambalaya on the Bayou 

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa 

Yalla yalla, yalla yalla 

Only to shine, shine in gold, shine