Every night
In Jungletown
All the boogies in the street
Radios turned up very loud
Playin´ Dancing Queen

They love our music

This English girl from the North somewhere
Is stayin´ with me at my place
Drinkin´ up all my beer
Talkin´ about the poor niggers all the time
It´s a real disgrace, she says
I tell her, Darling, don´t talk about things
you don´t understand
I tell her, Darling, don´t talk about something
you don´t know anything about
I tell her, Darling, if you don´t like it here
go back to your own miserable country

It´s Christmas in Cape Town but it ain´t the same
Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin´
And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around

You know my little brother, babe
Well, he works out at the diamond mine
I drove him out there at five this mornin´
The niggers were waitin´ in a big long line
You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man
With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side
They were starin´ at us real hard with
their big ugly yellow eyes
You could feel it
You could feel it

It´s Christmas in Cape Town but it ain´t the same
The stores are open all the time
And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd
And the Christmas lights still shine
Myself, I don´t like to drink the way

I used to, man, you know
It don´t seem to get me high
And the beer don´t taste the way it
ought to taste somehow
And I don´t know why

Don´t talk to me about the planes
Man, I´ve heard it
Just take a look around
What are we gonna do, blow up
the whole damn country?

It´s Christmas in Cape Town
It´s Christmas in Cape Town
It´s Christmas in Cape Town