Letra de Tighten Up, Vol. 88 - Big Audio Dynamite
Letra de canci�n de Tighten Up, Vol. 88 de Big Audio Dynamite lyrics
"Get aboard the last train to Skaville"
A windmill stands in the city of spades
The Effra River flows under Granville Arcade
Old dogs in cold harbour have fond memories
Remember the days, this was Viking country
Natives blacks and werewolves, yeah, we got it all
Every kind of exotic friut on the market stall
Those drums keep on pounding
Since they moved in down the street
Cold wet surroundings
The cops don't like the beat
No no
Cost of bread is rising, the area's run down
They painted up the brickwork, they painted up the town
While my brother dug the ramjam, I got flea-pit matinees
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And we'd catch the number 2, go up West for the day
Tighten Up, volume 2, sound system bon march�
Roits on Jebb Avenue, down Marcus Garvey Way
Those drums keep on pounding
Since they moved in down the street
Cold wet surroundings
The cops don't like the beat
No no
A windmill stands in the city of spades
The Effra River flows under Granville Arcade
There's Christmas lights on Railton Road, it looks like Oxford Street
If Santa's got electric goods, he'd better have receipts
I got no airs and graces, always been this way
After all I come from Brixton what else can I say
"Just watching, calm down"
"Oh, sweet Lord"
A windmill stands in the city of spades
The Effra River flows under Granville Arcade
Old dogs in cold harbour have fond memories
Remember the days, this was Viking country
Natives blacks and werewolves, yeah, we got it all
Every kind of exotic friut on the market stall
Those drums keep on pounding
Since they moved in down the street
Cold wet surroundings
The cops don't like the beat
No no
Cost of bread is rising, the area's run down
They painted up the brickwork, they painted up the town
While my brother dug the ramjam, I got flea-pit matinees
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/tighten-up--vol--88-big-audio-dynamite.php
And we'd catch the number 2, go up West for the day
Tighten Up, volume 2, sound system bon march�
Roits on Jebb Avenue, down Marcus Garvey Way
Those drums keep on pounding
Since they moved in down the street
Cold wet surroundings
The cops don't like the beat
No no
A windmill stands in the city of spades
The Effra River flows under Granville Arcade
There's Christmas lights on Railton Road, it looks like Oxford Street
If Santa's got electric goods, he'd better have receipts
I got no airs and graces, always been this way
After all I come from Brixton what else can I say
"Just watching, calm down"
"Oh, sweet Lord"
