作词 : Burns, Smith | |
He can never go home | |
He can never go home | |
Stranded in south america | |
Nothing to go home for | |
Just another brit in the bar | |
Hernandez fiendish comes over to me | |
Offers a job as broadcaster | |
That's how i came to be | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He can never go home | |
But is o.k. by him | |
The generals have many enemies | |
And them i single out | |
What does it concern about me? | |
Good riddance to my native country | |
It never did a thing for me | |
It's a better life here | |
And i am not a traitor | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He can never go home | |
Now here is his show | |
Hey you people over there | |
And those in sea and air | |
It has been theirs for years | |
It is a good life here | |
Football and beer much superior | |
Gringo gets cheap servant staff | |
Low tax and a dusky wife | |
Intelligentsia | |
Although your radio has been jammed | |
I heard talk about by chance | |
You educated kids know what you're on about | |
You've been oppressed for years | |
I hear rosso-rosso over there | |
And you have cha-cha clubs | |
You should hear the rosso-rosso stuff | |
I understand you | |
I'm from a town called | |
Mmmm | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He can never go home | |
He can never go home | |
One point is made here | |
The scourge of rosso-rosso | |
So what if i do propaganda? | |
After a few steins i feel better | |
But that broken down fan | |
They never fix it, them dumb latins | |
There's a bayonet beside my head | |
There's a guard in the annex | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He never did go home |
zuo ci : Burns, Smith | |
He can never go home | |
He can never go home | |
Stranded in south america | |
Nothing to go home for | |
Just another brit in the bar | |
Hernandez fiendish comes over to me | |
Offers a job as broadcaster | |
That' s how i came to be | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He can never go home | |
But is o. k. by him | |
The generals have many enemies | |
And them i single out | |
What does it concern about me? | |
Good riddance to my native country | |
It never did a thing for me | |
It' s a better life here | |
And i am not a traitor | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He can never go home | |
Now here is his show | |
Hey you people over there | |
And those in sea and air | |
It has been theirs for years | |
It is a good life here | |
Football and beer much superior | |
Gringo gets cheap servant staff | |
Low tax and a dusky wife | |
Intelligentsia | |
Although your radio has been jammed | |
I heard talk about by chance | |
You educated kids know what you' re on about | |
You' ve been oppressed for years | |
I hear rossorosso over there | |
And you have chacha clubs | |
You should hear the rossorosso stuff | |
I understand you | |
I' m from a town called | |
Mmmm | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He can never go home | |
He can never go home | |
One point is made here | |
The scourge of rossorosso | |
So what if i do propaganda? | |
After a few steins i feel better | |
But that broken down fan | |
They never fix it, them dumb latins | |
There' s a bayonet beside my head | |
There' s a guard in the annex | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He never did go home |
zuò cí : Burns, Smith | |
He can never go home | |
He can never go home | |
Stranded in south america | |
Nothing to go home for | |
Just another brit in the bar | |
Hernandez fiendish comes over to me | |
Offers a job as broadcaster | |
That' s how i came to be | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He can never go home | |
But is o. k. by him | |
The generals have many enemies | |
And them i single out | |
What does it concern about me? | |
Good riddance to my native country | |
It never did a thing for me | |
It' s a better life here | |
And i am not a traitor | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He can never go home | |
Now here is his show | |
Hey you people over there | |
And those in sea and air | |
It has been theirs for years | |
It is a good life here | |
Football and beer much superior | |
Gringo gets cheap servant staff | |
Low tax and a dusky wife | |
Intelligentsia | |
Although your radio has been jammed | |
I heard talk about by chance | |
You educated kids know what you' re on about | |
You' ve been oppressed for years | |
I hear rossorosso over there | |
And you have chacha clubs | |
You should hear the rossorosso stuff | |
I understand you | |
I' m from a town called | |
Mmmm | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He can never go home | |
He can never go home | |
One point is made here | |
The scourge of rossorosso | |
So what if i do propaganda? | |
After a few steins i feel better | |
But that broken down fan | |
They never fix it, them dumb latins | |
There' s a bayonet beside my head | |
There' s a guard in the annex | |
Marquis cha cha | |
He never did go home |