You're so stubborn,
when you dress in the white tunic,
leaning out of your green balcony,
I've announced your fumata bianca,
Habemus Papam!
And what's more,
tonight you've gone too far,
your desire is to be a big 'coffee-shop'
and you don't see that for a while now
you're the one that's been getting smoked.
You, leader of the beats,
you dance with two bongos,
you're not from the Congo,
such a hippie.
It has to be said,
you have no depth,
no, you're empty.
My dear,
you're in a bad way, you don't even talk to me,
dried out in front of a speaker,
today you won't go out unless dragged out,
all ash and rastas.
And what's more,
you're all askew and you don't dance,
go home, there'll be other nights,
'cos the day you quit, it's clear,
that, then, you will be the man.
You, leader of the beats,
you dance with two bongos,
you're not from the Congo,
such a hippie.
It has to be said,
you have no depth,
no, you're empty.
Uh-huh, I warned you,
my insatiable one,
pale in the light,
you've already had six, six, six, six,
I'm stopping at five and staying on my feet!
What a dark night!
Do you see him?
(Fuck, he might swallow his tongue)
(What's up mate, you ok?)
Shady...
Shady...
Shady...
Shady...
It has to be said,
you have no depth,
no, you're empty.
Don't make me choose
between you and the plants,
certain plants.
He thought he was a hit,
and made it big in the Congo,
made it big in the Congo for being a hippie.