Every night In Jungletown All the boogies in the street Radios turned up very loud Playin' Dancing Queen They love our music This English girl from the North somewhere Is stayin' with me at my place Drinkin' up all my beer Talkin' about the poor niggers all the time It's a real disgrace, she says I tell her, Darling, don't talk about things You don't understand I tell her, Darling, don't talk about something You don't know anything about I tell her, Darling, if you don't like it here Go back to your own miserable country It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin' And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around You know my little brother, babe Well, he works out at the diamond mine I drove him out there at five this mornin' The niggers were waitin' in a big long line You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side They were starin' at us real hard with Their big ugly yellow eyes You could feel it You could feel it It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same The stores are open all the time And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd And the Christmas lights still shine Myself, I don't like to drink the way I used to, man, you know It don't seem to get me high And the beer don't taste the way it Ought to taste somehow And I don't know why Don't talk to me about the planes Man, I've heard it Just take a look around What are we gonna do, blow up The whole damn country? I don't know It's Christmas in Cape Town It's Christmas in Cape Town It's Christmas in Cape Town
Every night In Jungletown All the boogies in the street Radios turned up very loud Playin' Dancing Queen They love our music This English girl from the North somewhere Is stayin' with me at my place Drinkin' up all my beer Talkin' about the poor niggers all the time It's a real disgrace, she says I tell her, Darling, don't talk about things You don't understand I tell her, Darling, don't talk about something You don't know anything about I tell her, Darling, if you don't like it here Go back to your own miserable country It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin' And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around You know my little brother, babe Well, he works out at the diamond mine I drove him out there at five this mornin' The niggers were waitin' in a big long line You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side They were starin' at us real hard with Their big ugly yellow eyes You could feel it You could feel it It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same The stores are open all the time And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd And the Christmas lights still shine Myself, I don't like to drink the way I used to, man, you know It don't seem to get me high And the beer don't taste the way it Ought to taste somehow And I don't know why Don't talk to me about the planes Man, I've heard it Just take a look around What are we gonna do, blow up The whole damn country? I don't know It's Christmas in Cape Town It's Christmas in Cape Town It's Christmas in Cape Town
