The Fab Samba A Cautionary Tale by Peter Straker Lyrics

You followers of nuance and wore
Fettered by fashion, little minds
Totally out of these times

Fire on all sides
With whatever you have
Make sure when you hit
You deal effectively with the...results

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey you!
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) you dude
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey you dude
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) hey you

Don't tell me it's new, there ain't nothing new
Don't tell me you've been there
I've been there too

And when you smart-arse me
As I know you will
Don't try and gloss, I don't give a toss
(Here have a pill) (Oh thanks!)
Remember, like you I'm a child of the streets
Even though you've learned the odd trick or two
You ain't no treat

With my mind in a whirl
And my body all dragged
With this ache that comes from these fears
That there's nowhere to run from here

I've read the news, seen the attitudes
That a small sect take
Welcome to my carnival you fakes

And when you criticize
I don't see your eyes
They don't tantalize
Hey man! You're just a snake

Let them all go to hell
I don't give a damn
I couldn't care less
They don't even try, hey what a sham!

So more over dears
Make way for this Tart
You ain't seen a thing
I've got the art
Ha, ha, ha!