Stranded in South America Nothing to go home for Just another Brit in the bar Hernandez Fiendish comes over to me Offers a job as broadcaster That's how I came to be
Marquis Cha Cha He can never go home But is O.K. by him The generals have many enemies And them I single out What does it concern about me? Good riddance to my native country It never did a thing for me It's a better life here And I am not a traitor
Marquis Cha Cha He can never go home Now here is his show
Hey you people over there And those in sea and air It has been theirs for years It is a good life here Football and beer much superior Gringo gets cheap servant staff Low tax and a dusky wife
Intelligentsia Although your radio has been jammed I heard talk about by chance You educated kids know what you're on about You've been oppressed for years I hear Rosso-Rosso over there And you have cha-cha clubs You should hear the rosso-rosso stuff I understand you
I'm from a town called Marquis Cha Cha He can never go home He can never go home
One point is made here The scourge of rosso-rosso So what if I do propaganda? After a few steins I feel better But that broken down fan They never fix it, them dumb Latins There's a bayonet beside my head There's a guard in the annex Marquis Cha Cha He never did go homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
