Tekster: Pop Will Eat Itself. Cape Connection.

If you want the big one
You'll have to queue and if you do, you're gonna get some
If you want the big one
You'll have to queue and if you do, you're gonna get some

This is, this is, this is Cape Connection
This is, this is, this is Cape Connection

Deep south way, down and out, where heads hang from the trees
Sleepy from the poison, bitten by a snake tracking her so cruelly
She calls my name but she's just one of millions

If you want the big one
You'll have to queue and if you do, you're gonna get some
Yeah, you want the big one
You'll have to queue and if you do, you're gonna get some

Flowers are for romance, here the fun begins
Pennies for your thoughts and dollars for your sins
Standing to attention, waiting for the call
Brace yourself for leisure, relax and have a ball

Yeah, you want the big one
You'll have to queue and if you do you're gonna get some
This is, this is, this is Cape Connection

London town is traffic hell, it's freeze frame in 3D
Drunken and pedestrian, taken from behind
Welcomes me so willingly
She calls my name, coming baby coming

If you want the big one
You'll have to queue and if you do, you're gonna get some
Yeah, you want the big one
You'll have to queue and if you do, you're gonna get some

This is, this is, this is Cape Connection
This is, this is, this is Cape Connection

This is, this is, this is Cape Connection
This is, this is, this is Cape Connection