Belle Epoque - Bamalama

Music: Albert Weyman
Lyrics: Evelyne Leuton

You blow your mind using cocaine
Let me blow mine using this big chain

Drugs are your scene, violence is mine
Nothing is clean, so we broke the line

Holding this chain may lock insaine
While I've got beer running through my veins.

See how my chain flies in the air
Honey you're looking at your nightmare.

Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah
Taste of chains, taste of violence
Taste of chains, taste of violence

D'you feel my chain around your neck,
Com'on don't be such a nervous wreck

We'll knock you down in the back street
When you don't watch where you put your feet

Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah
(Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind)
(Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind)
(Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind)
(Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind)

Get around get around, get all upside down
Get around get around, get all upside down
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ...

If you're lookin' for trouble, man, it's too alte to go.
We'll have a little celebration, that means destruction.

Bamalama, Bamabo, yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo, yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo, yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamabo, yeah, yeah

Good golly Miss Molly, baby you're sure like a ball
Good golly Miss Molly, baby you're sure like a ball
When you're rockin' and rollin'
Com'on over baby, whole lotte shapin' goin' on
Com'on over baby, sure you can't go wrong
Com'on over, whole lotta shakin' goin' on

Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with me
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with me
Know that I love you, won t you come along with me ...

Taste of chains, taste of violence,
Taste of chains, taste of violence,
Taste of chains, taste of violence.


(c) 1977 by Prima Linea, Rom