There ain't no German girl outside But who cares when it's warm inside? With music Special mystery of music tragically Exchanging slaves for majesties Modern waves of tragedy Packing a two pence colt pair of shoots A shiny grey mexican suit The blue eyed traffic can sashay by 'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai The kick-out traffic goes creaking by I smash my glass and shout shanghi My drummer friend comes shooting by He said Errol Flynn will never die Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you lonesome tonight And do ya need a country cowboy Who's just thin and tight in those Brrrr bus depot jeans With a squirt resistant stud stud
Wave my arms around Flag one of those taxi's maybe I saw a girl somewhere somehow Forever sticks in my mind somehow I've just got three lines And a pair of two's Like a lucky roll of dice that you You cast
There was a man who said I am a shaman A voodoo shaman Got in trouble so he's going out Mixing up and Haiti! Oh! And the crickets Buddy Holly said it was Brrr Brrr yiii!
I don't want to I can't hope to Say it all in one go Occasionally once or twice A day I feel alive enough to say Let's hear what the drummerman's Got to say about He said is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not? Sept 12 until October If they pack 2 piece Colt pair of shoots We got the shiny grey Mexican suits
“If Music Could Talk” is another of The Clash’s excursions into reggae music. The song is distinguished by two simultaneous Joe Strummer vocals, one in each stereo channel, and each with their own set of stream-of-conscious lyrics.
An alternative version of the song with co-writer and frequent Clash collaborator Mikey Dread on lead vocal, “Living In Fame”, appears on the album’s fifth side.
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