Boy. Boy Now in the street there is violence. An' an' a lots of work to be done. No place to hang all our washing. An' an' I can't blame all on the sun Oh no, we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
You invite me to a war party me no wanna go. Everybody seem to be inviting me. To a war party me no wanna go. Heard about the last one so thanks but-no thank you, you You killed off all the Indians