Fall (The)
Marquis Cha Cha
He can never go homeHe can never go homeStranded in South AmericaNothing to go home forJust another Brit in the barHernandez Fiendish comes over to meOffers a job as broadcasterThat's how I came to beMarquis Cha ChaHe can never go homeBut is O.K. by himThe generals have many enemiesAnd them I single outWhat does it concern about me?Good riddance to my native countryIt never did a thing for meIt's a better life hereAnd I am not a traitorMarquis Cha ChaHe can never go homeNow here is his showHey you people over thereLetras de cancionesAnd those in sea and airIt has been theirs for yearsIt is a good life hereFootball and beer much superiorGringo gets cheap servant staffLow tax and a dusky wifeIntelligentsiaAlthough your radio has been jammedI heard talk about by chanceYou educated kids know what you're on aboutYou've been oppressed for yearsI hear Rosso-Rosso over thereAnd you have cha-cha clubsYou should hear the rosso-rosso stuffI understand youI'm from a town calledMmmmMarquis Cha ChaHe can never go homeHe can never go homeOne point is made hereThe scourge of rosso-rossoSo what if I do propaganda?After a few steins I feel betterBut that broken down fanThey never fix it, them dumb LatinsThere's a bayonet beside my headThere's a guard in the annexMarquis Cha ChaHe never did go home
From Letras Mania