Christmas In Capetown — текст песни (Randy Newman)

In Jungletown
All the boogies in the street
Radios turned up very loud
Playin` Dancing Queen
They love our music

This English girl from the North somewhere
Is stayin` with me at my place
Drinkin` up all my beer
Talkin` about the poor niggers all the time
It`s a real disgrace she says
I tell her Darling don`t talk about things you don`t understand
I tell her Darling don`t talk about something you don`t know
anything about
I tell her
Darling, if you don`t like it here, go back to your own miserable country

It`s Christmas in Capetown, but it ain`t the same
Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin`
And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around

You know my little brother, babe
Well, he works out at the diamond mine
I drove him out there at five this mornin`
The niggers were waitin` in a big long line
You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man
With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side
They were starin` at us real hard with their big, ugly, yellow eyes
You could feel it
You could feel it

It`s Christmas in Capetown, but it ain`t the same
The stores are open all the time
And the little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd
And the Christmas lights still shine

Myself, I don`t like to think the way I used to, man, you know
It don`t seem t get me high
And the beer don`t taste the wait ought to taste somehow
And I don`t know why

Don`t talk to me about the planes
Man, I`ve heard it
Just take a look around
What are we gonna do, blow up the whole damn country?
I don`t know

It`s Christmas in Capetown
It`s Christmas in Capetown
It`s Christmas in Capetown