Текст песни Randy Newman - Christmas In Capetown
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Every nightIn JungletownAll the boogies in the streetRadios turned up very loudPlayin` Dancing QueenThey love our musicThis English girl from the North somewhereIs stayin` with me at my placeDrinkin` up all my beerTalkin` about the poor niggers all the timeIt`s a real disgrace, she saysI tell her, Darling, don`t talk about things you don`t understandI tell her, Darling, don`t talk about something you don`t know anything aboutI tell her, Darling, if you don`t like it here go back to your own miserable countryIt`s Christmas in Cape Town but it ain`t the sameOh, the boys on the beach are still blowin`And the summer wind still kicks the clouds aroundYou know my little brother, babeWell, he works out at the diamond mineI drove him out there at five this mornin`The niggers were waitin` in a big long lineYou know those big old lunch pails they carry, manWith a picture of Star Wars painted on the sideThey were starin` at us real hard with their big ugly yellow eyesYou could feel itYou could feel itIt`s Christmas in Cape Town but it ain`t the sameThe stores are open all the timeAnd little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowdAnd the Christmas lights still shineMyself, I don`t like to drink the way I used to, man, you knowIt don`t seem to get me highAnd the beer don`t taste the way it ought to taste somehowAnd I don`t know whyDon`t talk to me about the planesMan, I`ve heard itJust take a look aroundWhat are we gonna do, blow up the whole damn country?It`s Christmas in Cape TownIt`s Christmas in Cape TownIt`s Christmas in Cape Town