℗ 1978 EMI Records EMC 3248
℗ 1978 BE 01
(Albert Weyman — Evelyne Lenton)
You blow your mind using cocaine Let me blow mine using this big chain Drugs are your scene, violence is mine Nothing is clean, so we broke the line Holding this chain may look insane While I've got beer running through my veins See how my chain flies in the air Honey you're looking at your nightmare Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah Taste of chains, taste of violence Taste of chains, taste of violence D'you feel my chain around your neck C'mon don't be such a nervous wreck We'll knock you down in the back street When you don't watch where you put your feet Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind Get around get around, get all upside down Get around get around, get all upside down Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you're lookin' for trouble, man, it's too late to go We'll have a little celebration, that means destruction Bamalama, Bamaloo, yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo, yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo, yeah, yeah Bamalama, Bamaloo, yeah, yeah Good golly Miss Molly, baby you're sure like a ball Good golly Miss Molly, baby you're sure like a ball When you're rockin' and rollin' C'mon over baby, whole lotta shakin' goin' on C'mon over baby, sure you can't go wrong C'mon over, whole lotta shakin' goin' on Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with me Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with me Know that I love you, won't you come along with me .... Taste of chains, taste of violence Taste of chains, taste of violence Taste of chains, taste of violence