Ooby-Scooby Doomsday Or The D-day DJ's Got The D.D.T. Blues - 2004 Digital Remaster - Gong

Revolution!

Bad vibrations!

Manifestation!

Ooby-Scooby Doomsday, I'm waiting for you

Well Mr. Politician, while you're smiling

Your actions up behind you, they are filing

To lock you in political asylum

Oh my papa's got money

Oh my papa's got slaves

Oh my papa's got power

He has fun with bombs and guns, oh how

You talk about the left wing

You talk about the right wing

Being nothing's getting pretty frightening

My little boy's got money

My little boy's got drugs

My little boy's got crazy

Sticks and stones don't break his dreams, no never

Revolution!

Bad vibrations!

Manifestation!

Ooby-Scooby Doomsday, I'm waiting for you

We go to demonstrations

We picket rocket stations

And then we try to bomb the installation

Oh my mama, don't worry

Oh my mama, I'm sorry

Oh my mama loves her sherry

She wears gloves when she makes love, oh kick it

It's getting very strange

Maybe we're just deranged

I tell you, something's gonna change

You change your god for another

Change your telly for a color

You change your book for your mother

Nothing is for, nothing is forgotten

I don't want no ugly revolution

Just wanna get high, just wanna get high

I don't want no ugly revolution

Just wanna get by, you know just wanna get by

Nice cup of tea in the morning

Nice up of tea with my tea

Don't want no sugar in my tea

I've got more sugar in my D.D.T.

Fe, fi, fo, fum

I smell the blood of an Englishman

Ho, fi, fo, fum

I smell a stereo Englishman

Knees up mother brown

Now you're here and now you're gone

Love me, touch me, feel me too

I love miracles, I do

Let us go to church and be good-looking

(Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you)

(Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you)

(Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you)

Ahhhhh-cho!