The revulooshun. Yeah!
The revulooshun
Of the maan in the Ghandi Cap. Yeah!
He told the turbaned maan off,
Him and his flunkies r scurryin’ for cover
Madam wa’ away
Dey say
Coz she wa’ unwell.
The revulooshun had ‘er boyz
Cryin’ for her.
With she gone,
The revulooshun grew big, big,
So big!
And all of us gapin’
In front of de idiot box
Cheer’d and clapp’d
Like Yeah Man! Go, get’em!
Cream’em tiger!
And Ghandi Cap Maan did!
He fox ’em
He knocks ’em
Clean with a me-no-eat punch
Yeah, creamed de whole bunch!
Know what,
The whole nayshun wuz
Eatin’ outta his hands
At de end.
Round de bend, what?
Who knows?
For now, we’s baskin’
In success’s limelight
We’s not askin’
We’s not lookin’ to fight.
But maan,
The revulooshun
The revulooshun
I like it!
I like it!
I liked watchin’ it
On me idiot box. Yeah!!!
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