Rob Swift - Wogs Will Walk lyrics

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Rob Swift - Wogs Will Walk lyrics

[Intro] We're gonna get on down now We're gonna get on down We're gonna get on down now We're gonna get on down [Chorus] Pa** me the laser beam And let me wipe the wretched out clean Pa** me the laser beam And let me wipe the devil men clean [Verse 1] Broad Street's a racket, got no time for the piper's role Second round the corner, I let the Jackie Graham go The windows open onto Soho Road People by the Pakis punctuated by the brown atoll Broader than Bombay, they're clogging up the slow lane I meet Rajesh, Roshan, and KPC His eligible sons he calls the three degrees On his bike he shouts request to me Ten of them, sixty of these Bested by no word, his shout is my guarantee [Chorus] Pa** me the laser beam And let me wipe the wretched out clean Pa** me the laser beam And let me wipe the devil men clean [Verse 2] It's a world wide web, wog's world war Rockford rock against the clean four-by-fours To get a little, wog's got to give a lot Wogs will walk and the wait is hard Well this one's going out to the u-federation N-O-G, Wigan's ovation The wog of the zero invention Bit between the GW intervention Pa**ing the catch, I do kick the gear stack [Chorus] Pa** me the laser beam And let me wipe the devil men clean [Verse 3] Born in the year of the marketing manager The record stack I sweep up for the janitor A hip-hop brick to the overseas dick I understand guns in the A&R office Wogs will walk the Mowgli walk Salt marches and the wait is hard Wearing out the top soil, pa**ing the parked cars Packed lunched, the wog is non-stop I hail a cab for the Pan Am to Dehli Greeted by Bubbley Kaur, the walk-in j**ellery store Head for [?], get onto the GT road Now a driver like Barry G should be driving earth The last leg of Little Riding Hood I exchange with pictures of Sam Fox L.E.D. quartz (bionic) you fathered like a pocket watch One ton of tinsel, a chauffeur and a Parker pen To this reactor light, I throw in a Jackie Graham Pull in the mud path at Terminal One London customs on the lookout for a wog on the run They ratchet my case open as if it was a Fanta can All they see is authentic pirate ca**ette tapes German elastic produced on Tokyo dub plate Keep [?] Japan on the map-an Rolex rollicks, attention, attention Wogs will walk And this time the wait is about twelve pounds