Tekster:
Joe Strummer The Mescaleros Global A Go Go

globe There ain't no hut in the Serengeti Where my wavelengths do not probe An' if a rocket went to Saturn We sure hope a D.J. is on board For some

kinda like...you know.. It's got a bit of ...um y'know... Ragga, Bhangra, two-step Tanga, Mini-cab radio, music on the go! Urrm, surfbeat, backbeat, frontbeat, backseat, There's a

and a-boppin' on the boys, And I spot a little bitty on a little bam bam, That pill poppers hopping on a city bound tram... The stars go in, and the stars

then the Gamma Ray seemed to say, If you carry twelve margheritas on a tray, You cannot be touched in anyway, By the benign, yet malevolent... Mark two chrome...Gamma Ray. So let's go

something there! I was patrolling a Pachinko Nude noodle model parlour, In the Nefarious zone. Hanging out with insects, Under ducting. The C.I.A was

s got a little postcard, Yo-oh, everybody got a dream, Yo-oh, he's always got it with him, Yo-oh, It's of a nineteen twenty five... ...Red telephone

read all about it! common sense makes a comeback! burned out cars in the valley, there are seventeen an' boom goes the refinery... where do nomads go