Wogs Will Walk

We gon' get on down now

We gon' get on down

We gon' get on down now

We gon' get on down

Bust it

Pass me the laser beam (Check it out)

And let me wipe the wretched out clean (Check it out)

Pass me the laser beam (Check it out)

And let me wipe the devilment clean (Check it out)

Broad Street's a racket, got no time for the Piper's Row

Second round the corner I let the Jackie Graham go

The window's up, I enter Soho Road

People by the pack is punctuated by the brown eyed doll

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 requests to me

Ten of them and sixty of these

Bested by no word, his shout is my guarantee

Pass me the laser beam (Come on, dog)

And let me wipe the wretched out clean (Come on, dog)

Pass me the laser beam (Come on, dog)

And let me wipe the devilment clean (Come on, dog)

It's a world wide web, wogs will walk

Rock foot and 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 Youth Federation

Energy, Wigan's ovation

The one of the zero invention

To put between the GDW intervention

Press in the catch, I do kick the gear stack

Pass me the laser beam

And let me wipe the devilment clean (And you don't stop)

One in the ear 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 tops or passing the parked cars

Packed lunches, the wog is nonstop

I hail cab for the Pan Am to Delhi

Greeted by Bubbly Kaur, the working jewellery store

Head for Nankodar, get on to the GT Road

Now a driver like Barry G should be driving earth

The last leg I do riding herd

I exchange with pictures of Sam Fox

LED quartz (Bionic)

Your father would like a pocket watch

One turn of tinsel, a Shaeffer and a Parker pen

To this reactor light I throw in the Jackie Graham

In the mud path, 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 cassette tape

German elastic produced on Tokyo dirt plate

Keeps KPC thirsty

Japan on the map and

Rolex, Rolex, attention, attention

Wogs will walk and this time the weight is about twelve pounds