Randy Newman - Christmas In Capetown Lyrics
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 timeIts a real disgrace, she saysI tell her, darling, dont talk about thingsYou dont understandI tell her, darling, dont talk about somethingYou dont know anything aboutI tell her, darling, if you dont like it hereGo back to your own miserable countryIts christmas in cape town but it aint the sameOh, the boys on the beach are still blowinAnd 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 morninThe 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 withTheir big ugly yellow eyesYou could feel itYou could feel itIts christmas in cape town but it aint 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 dont like to drink the wayI used to, man, you knowIt dont seem to get me highAnd the beer dont taste the way itOught to taste somehowAnd I dont know whyDont talk to me about the planesMan, Ive heard itJust take a look aroundWhat are we gonna do, blow upThe whole damn country?Its christmas in cape townIts christmas in cape townIts christmas in cape town
