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BIG BOB (MUGABE) – A Rasta-style love song

Up in the ruins of Zimbabwe
Under the shelter of the Mopani
Strong men tremble in the midday sun
Who can it be who make them run?

CHORUS 1 
Oh I love him, he make me strong
I hope he hear me little love song
Big Bob, Big Bob,
Him an his police, they on the job 

Him an his police they shiver an shake me
You know I’m gonna do whatever they make me
He don’t need petrol, he don’t need bread
Such a righteous man, he one step ahead

CHORUS 2
Oh I love him, he make me strong
I hope he hear me little love song
Oh man I got to have another hit
Big Man Bob he don’t take no…..British interference

He another John Wayne when he hold the gun
And he love it when the odds are 100 to one
He come with 99 veterans to change your mind
And there nowhere to hide, boy, you gonna find

CHORUS 1 ... him and his veterans

INSTRUMENTAL

CHORUS 1 

He don’t like to read what the newspapers say-yeah
He don’t like farmers and he don’t like gays –yeah
Keep the Gross National Product in his own Swiss bank – yeah
That’s why I say we gotta get down and skank yeah

CHORUS 2 

They breakin’ down de shacks, they never gonna quit
The people don’t like it, one little bit

They breakin’ up de country, they never gonna quit
Nobody like it, one little bit

They bangin’ on me door, they never gonna quit
This Rasta don’t like it, one little bit

Shanty

SOME LIVE MUSIC CLIPS Recorded at the Barleycorn Folk Club in Cape Town

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(257 bytes) The Snows of France and Holland
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(257 bytes) Meet Me On The Corner
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(257 bytes) Hal and Toe
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(257 bytes) Reels Medley

We have assembled some SHORT MUSIC CLIPS off our CD

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(257 bytes) Carrick Fergus
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(257 bytes) Jambalaya
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(257 bytes) Charlie Harris
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(257 bytes) Chicken on a raft

We have assembled the WORDS to some songs that we have composed through the years and will try to add to the list if our inspiration (Vodka) holds out.  Please note that the songs marked "trad." were not written by us, but were passed down to us by the distinguished traditional composer Ms P Traddox - since departed.

SONG OF THE URBAN GURU

Won’t you take me to the party, where the rice is all basmati
And chapattis overflow from every bowl
Where the lively conversation, is of re-incarnation
And the spiritual progress of the soul

For I love the kind of houses, where the girls wear cheesecloth blouses
And their armpits peep unshaven from beneath
There, cross-legged I’ll be sitting, and I think it only fitting
that I utter epigrams through pearly teeth

For I am the Urban Guru, and my brand of Urdu Voodoo
Is competitively priced and all-the-rage

No philosophy evades me, while my lightning wit has made me
An exceptionally entertaining guest
I know my Stiltons from my Cheddars, I quote freely from the Vedas
I’m the lamp that shall illuminate the west

You can find me under “sages” when you search the Yellow Pages
Or “@wisdom” – that’s my website on the net
I have aids to medication in every size and colouration
And I take any credit card that I can get

For I am the Urban Guru, and my brand of Urdu Voodoo
Is competitively priced and all-the-rage

For fiscal remuneration, I promote my publications
Filled with words that are both comforting and deep
These I plagiarise from sages, who have lived throughout the ages
And my motto is “good mantras don’t come cheap”

 

THE AUSSIE VISA SONG (Shanty)

I was waiting for my varsity results one sunny day
When my infantry call-up came through
I could just see the best years of my life pass me by
So I'm writing this song from Wallabaloo

Yes I've learned to speak the lingo
It helps to pass the time
No worries mate, take a lager break
I can chunder with the best of them and kill a crocodile
But I'm careful with the one-eyed trouser snake

Grant me a visa, grant me a visa
I'll do any work that you want me to do
I'll sheer sheep till I fall asleep
Down beside the Billabong
Just grant me a visa and stamp it in blue

Well I've been here six years, and been drunk for five
Me matted hair is bleached white as snow
Well I married a Sheila to extend my visa
Now she beats me and she won't let me go

Yes the lovely girl I married has become a memory
Now she's forty stone and doesn't seem to care
Last Friday night her brother Kev wrote off me brand new Holden
And the dingo stole me only son and heir

Grant me a visa, another bloody visa
Any other land in the whole world will do
Lebanon, Afghanistan anywhere but Bloemfontein
Just grant me a visa and stamp it in blue

Now his ghost may be heard
As you pass down by the Billabong
Singing grant me a visa and stamp it
True-blue

 

SHERIFF BUSH & DEPUTY BLAIR (Anderson/Williams)

Welcome to the party at the global saloon
Pour a drink and pull up a chair 
Why look who’s comin’ in through the batwing doors (If it ain’t)
Sheriff Bush and Deputy Blair

Our sheriff is a good man and a gentleman at heart
And for years he hunted down the Reds
But now they’ve left the prairies and he’s turned his eagle eye
On those folks who wear turbans on their heads

    (Chorus)

    Some people don’t like him: they just don’t understand
    He ain’t like the rest of us, he don’t see shades of grey (he’s got)
    Big things on his mind and a big gun in his hand (you’re)
    For us or against us......so have a nice day

Now he’s a real tough sheriff and he loves you like a son
But you better choose your friends real well
Cause if yew make him he’s gonna pull out his six-gun
And he’s gonna blow yew all to hell

Oh give us your diamonds your gold and you oil
Give us your copper and your money (we’ll give you)
Big Macs, baseball caps and gangsta rap (and a)
Place in our global economy  

        “WELL I’M A MITE TETCHY AND I AIN’T IN THE MOOD FOR NO TURBANS
        MESSIN’ WITH MY BRENT CRUDE (WE GOTTA)
        TEACH SOME RESPECK FER OL’ UNCLE SAM; IF WE CAIN’T CATCH OSAMA
        THEN WE HIT SADDAM”

(Chorus)  

   Some people don’t like him: they just don’t understand
   He ain’t like the rest of, he don’t see shades of grey (he’s got)
   Big things on his mind and a big gun in his hand (you’re)
   For us or against.....so have a nice day.

He’s a real tough sheriff and he loves you like a daughter (don’t go)
Messin’ with the bad boys in the alley ('cause)
If you go and cosy up to folks ya didn’t oughta (you’ll get a)
Heat-seekin’ missile up your valley

Share with us your copper, your diamonds and your iron
Give us your labour and your sweat
You can have Kentucky Fries, GM foods and pesticides (and)
Thirty-seven brands of cigarettes

(chorus)

Some people don’t like him: they just don’t understand
He ain’t like the rest of us, he don’t see shades of grey (he’s got)
Big things on his mind and a big gun in your hand (you’re)
For us or against us...so have a nice day.

SO SIGN UP WITH US BOYS AND JOIN THE WAGON TRAIN
WE’RE RIDING OFF TO FIGHT FOR PEACE (SO COME A )
LONG WITH THE SHERIFF AND HIS DEPUTY, WE’RE HEADIN OUT TO 
TAME THE WILD EAST....................................YEEEHAH.....

 

A TOWN WITH NO BEER (Shanty)

Oh it's lonely away from your kindred and all
In a hotel in Fish Hoek, as the winter rains fall
But there's nothing so lonesome so dull and so drear
As to walk through the streets of a town with no beer

Now the young man is anxious as the evening wears on
His girlfriend's unwilling, and another night's gone
The traffic cops are prowling as they spread pain and fear
What a terrible place is a town with no beer

For the tourist drives in with a dry dusty throat
He's cheerful...he's happy, he has deutchmarks in his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As he finds out he's stuck, in a town with no beer

Now the Gautie cruises in with his cellphone and all
It's holidays again and it's time for a joll
But he phones home to Joeys as he wipes back a tear
Hey boetie he says, this town's got no beer!

And when Jimmy from Glasgow arrives from afar
And asks a policeman the way to the bar
Things quickly turn nasty when the facts become clear
What the fuck do ye mean, "this toon's got no beer".

Oh it's lonely away from your kindred and all
In a hotel in Fish Hoek, as the winter rains fall
But can you remember how dull and how drear
Was a night on the town.
In a town with no beer
 

SHADY DEALS  (Williams and Anderson)

Shady deals, shady deals,
Lubricating commerce, greasing all the wheels
5 convictions, 6 appeals
This world of ours was built on shady deals

There’s generals who own the press, who own the army too
There’s presidents with swiss accounts & wives with lots of shoes
They’ve lawyers by the truckloads to save them from the law
And men in black to watch their backs and guard the palace door

Something greasy covers them heads and hearts and toes
Spend their lives in sewage, come out smelling like a rose
Vote themselves fat salaries, put it up their nose
While we just turn the treadmill, boys – that’s the way it goes

CHORUS

Watergate, Whitewater, Chappaquidick, Enron,
Four little politicians coated in Teflon
Slick Willy never was persuaded to confess
To a little white splat on a little blue dress

Who will guard the guardians, who will make amends
Not dear old Arthur Andersen, “shredder” to his friends
Buy before the highs, sell before the lows
Get the info from your friends, - that’s the way it goes

Chorus

The Chief Whip gets a 4x4, the poor just have to walk
While flocks of politicians meet to preen themselves and talk
Criminals go home on bail while judges drink their tea
We don’t want to build more jails, just let them all go free!

They stab each other in the back, in silver limousines
While pocketing the kickback on a brace of submarines
Can anyone be trusted – does anybody know?
Keep smiling as they tax you blind – that’s the way it goes

Chorus
 

ROAD RAGE MAN (Anderson/Williams)

I drive a shiny Beamer, I drive a rusty van
I drive a battered beetle, or a smooth sedan
You’ll recognize me by my style, as I drive right up your ass
And you’re playing with your life, bro, If you don’t let me pass

Baseball bat, hockey stick, bottle gun and fist
Plastic devil on my dash, been truckin’ and I’m pissed
There’s always some dumb sucker dares to flash his brights
And there’s nothing I like better than a little roadside fight

Chorus:
On every street and highway, in every shape and size
You’ll find me and my brothers with murder in our eyes
A species that developed when the motor car began
Homo not so Sapiens: ROAD R AGE MAN
Instrumental verse
The streets are full of imbeciles, that’s something that I hate
Like the asshole right in front of me who won’t accelerate
These cretins who get in my way are gonna make me late
Got a meeting with the Devil: he don’t like to wait

Chorus:
On every street and highway, in every shape and size
You’ll find me and my brothers with murder in our eyes
A species that developed when the motor car began
Homo not so Sapiens: ROAD RAGE MAN

My game is confrontation, developed to an art
You shouldn’t get a licence to drive a shopping cart
I’ll curse and pump the gas in my overhead twin-cam
You’d better watch your ass, I’m the road-rage man

I’ll chase you in my Mack Truck, I’ll race you in a hearse
Cause I’m the most important, I have to get there first
It doesn’t matter what I drive as long as I’m in front
But deep inside I think you’ll find I’m just a stupid …….(crash noise)

Chorus:
On every street and highway, in every shape and size
You’ll find me and my brothers with murder in our eyes
A species that developed when the motor car began
Homo not so Sapiens: ROAD RAGE MAN

 

BLACK SALLY'S TAVERN (Anderson, Bolton, Margolis)

Oh will you ever forget the day
You first sailed into Table Bay
You'd a new tailcoat and 6 months pay
To spend at Sally's Tavern

CHORUS: Sandalwood and Ebony
Sally be willing and Sally be free
Sally be willing and Sally be free
Black Sally is the girl for me

For the Dutch girls there have flaxen hair
And the English girls they smoke and swear
But the best of all I do declare
Is the girl they call Black Sally

Sally has ale and sweet white wine
Jamaica leaf and whiskey fine
She'll show a sailor the best of time
She'll show a sailor the best of times
The girl they call Black Sally

She's dark as rum and five foot two
Teeth like pearls and a heart that's true
And she'll learn no tricks from me and you
The girl they call Black Sally

There's many a gift from a sailor free
That his poor sweetheart will never see
For a little keepsake is the surest key
Into Black Sally's Tavern

Oh flash girls may be a sailor's friend
When he's still got the money to spend
But when it's gone he can depend
On the girl they call Black Sally

For when a sailor's money is gone
And he's out of work and far from home
She'll treat him like he's one of her own
The girl they call Black Sally

So reef those sails and furl them tight
There's a gale to rock us to sleep tonight
And we'll round the Cape before first light
To belay in Sally's Tavern

And when we reach the Cape at last
No more we'll sleep before the mast
But we'll drop anchor and make fast
Beside Black Sally's Tavern

(This song is sung shanty-style, with the chorus after the first verse and then after every second verse).

FEARABHATA - THE BOATMAN (trad.)

I've often hunted the highest hilltops,
Scanned the ocean, sailed the sea,
Will it come tonight, love, will it come tomorrow,
Will't ever come, love, to comfort me?
 
CHORUS: Fearabhata, na horoweela,
Fearabhata, na horoweela,
Fearhbhata, na horoweela,
Will’t ever come, love, to comfort me?
 
They call me fickle, they call me false one,
And seek to change me, but all in vain,
For thou art mine, love, yet through the dark night,
And every morning I search the main.

CHORUS:

There’s not a hamlet, do well I know it,
Where you go wandering, or set a while,
And all its old folks, you win with talking,
And charm its maidens with song and smile.

CHORUS:

Dost thou remember, the promise made me,
The tartan plaidy, the silken gown,
The ring of gold, love, with thy hair a portrait
The gown and ring, love, I’ll never own.

CHORUS:

Traditional Song
 

LORD FRANKLIN (trad.)

Tis homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin, and his gallant crew

With a hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek that passage around the pole
Where we poor seamen do sometimes go

Throu’ cruel hardships they mainly strove
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo in his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through

In Baffin’s Bay where the whalefish blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Lord Franklin along with his sailors do dwell

And now my burden it gives me pain
For my long-lost Franklin I’d cross the Main
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give
To say on earth, that my Franklin do live

Traditional song  

THREE FIDDLERS (Shanty)

The ale was good, the porter fine, the stout the best in town
And the girls who brought the foamin' jars the prettiest around
But sorrow filled the drinkers as they poured the good brew down
For nowhere in the county could a fiddler be found

The landlord was a wealthy man, his pockets were well lined
A full ten pound would he put up, a fiddler for to find
On the day appointed, the ale did freely flow
As three fiddlers waited at the door, their mettle for to show

When the first one stepped up to the bar the crowd did silent fall
Such a well-dressed gentleman they'd never seen at all
He raised his Stradivarius and bowed with all his might
And this fellow in his finery - begob he played like shite

The second dressed like any man, all in a coat of leather
As he raised his fiddle up you'de hear the falling of a feather
He played them all their favourite tune - note, refrain & verse
And sure as heaven is me judge - begob the man played worse

The last one staggered in the door in tatters & in rags
Pulled out a splintered fiddle from the bottom of his bag
He bad the people wait until he'd quenched his raging thirst
Then this ragamuffin scoundrel - begob he played the worst

 

FABULON (modified by Shanty)

Buy a litre of Fabulon
Dare we spray down
In the scorched trail
Of a sunbeam iron

Paint your face with Revlon
To hide your frown
In the purple glare
Of your Telefunken

Carry it away from Dions now
Requiring a Volksie bus
How can we live without these things in Parow

One electric toothbrush for your mouth
A pair of Adidas for your heart
You’ll be comfortable locked up tight
In your sauna

And let the third world rattle on
If dishy washer break down
An eye full of Visine
A floral tissue to cry on

And in the valley of silicone
Where we may drown
And there we leapt
Into blind oblivion

Carry it away from Tedelex
A computer of your own
How can we live without a v.d.u.
And a live programme

A bottle of Listerine for your mouth
A pair of Adidas for your heart
You’ll be comfortable locked up tight
In your wardrobe

Buy a litre of Fabulon
Dare we spray Down
In the scorched trail
Of a sunbeam iron

Harpic Blue...

This was originally composed by an Australian band called Red Gum - which we altered to suit the South African context, and to reflect the modern spirit of plagiarism.  

 

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