Tangletown, yeah yeah
Tangletown
Hey siter when you see
The city life on the colour TV
The temptation is known to us all
Hey little sister, don't you fall
For Tangletown
Hey brother, stay on the farm
Our daddy needs your strong right arm
There's no land of milk and honey
There ain't no jobs and there ain't no money
In Tangletown
Ain't no money in Tangletown..
Lebanese food, lagos soul
Black American rock and roll
Swimmin' in the sun, the papaya, the lies
The money, the games, the fish and the flies
In the petrol fumes
The little girls ripe and bleed for a priest or a white man
You know a cane knife is the sweetest blade
In a cane-cutters hand, that got ever made
And out in the fields of negros occidental
A young man howls at the cane and the jungle
Oh my lover, stay with me
I am poor and I'll never be free
I'm afraid the Americans'll buy your
Beautiful body with the almighty dollar
If you leave me for Tangletown