The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the Shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the Shareef was
Out of their hair
The jet pilots wailed
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
All the bazaar men, by the Nile,
They got money on a bet,
Gold crocodiles (oh, whey, oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette…
Smoke, smoke, smoke, that cigarette.
Puff puff puff.
And if you smoke yourself to death,
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate,
That you hate to make him wait,
But you just gotta have another cigarette.
California, here I come, yeah!
Right where I started from
Where bowers are flowers bloom in the spring
Each morning at dawning
Birdies sing and everything
A sun kissed miss said “Don’t be late!”
That’s why I can hardly wait
Open up, open up, open up that Golden Gate!
California, here I come!
California’s on my mind,
Surf and sand, setting in the sun.
California’s on my mind,
One day you’re gonna be,
A place in our memory.
Toes in the sand, couldn’t get much hotter,
Little umbrella shaped margaritas,
Coconut oil tanned Senioritas,
Now I know how Jimmy Buffet feels…
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile but she doesn’t see
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know, it’s my own damn fault
Yes, and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault
Blame it on the bossa nova with its magic spell
Blame it on the bossa nova that he did so well
Oh, it all began with just one little dance
But then it ended up a big romance
Blame it on the bossa nova
The dance of love
I’m romancing the stone, never leaving your poor heart alone
Every night and every day gonna love the hurtin’ away
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing only to find
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
Don’t you mess around with me
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
Don’t you mess around, no no no
I’m charged up I’m kinda wooden
I’m barely moving I study motion
I study myself I fooled myself
I’m charged up it’s pretty intense
I’m charged up don’t put me down
Don’t feel like talking don’t mess around
I feel mean I feel okay
I’m charged up electricity
I am electric, mind how you touch me
I can shock you, I can set you on fire
I can reach up and pluck down the lightning
Watch the conductor, see the live wire
AC/DC, it’s okay by me
I can switch and change my frequency
You’ve heard I’m a star,
It’s true,
I’ve bin doin it since, electric boogalooed,
Maximum vibes,
I wanna get, too
Charge it- baby- Electric Boogaloo
I like the way you turn me on with just a single kiss
Charge it-baby-Electric Boogaloo
You stimulate in such a way that you can hardly miss
Charge it- baby- Electric Boogaloo
power,you give me power
Out in the street
Out in the street
Out in the daytime
Out in the night
We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
And then we’ll take it higher
Oh we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
And then we’ll take it higher
But the Colorado Rocky Mountain high,
I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky…
I said now, no hidin’ place
When the water start boilin’, no hidin’ place
World catch on fire, no hidin’ place
Down here, no hidin’ place
Yeah, I went to the rock to hide my face
But the rock cried out no, no, no, no hidin’ place down here
But it ain’t me, babe,
No no no it ain’t me, babe,
It ain’t me you’re looking for, babe…