Up All Night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
African jungle
Big city street
The only real difference is in
The people you meet
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
It's an agreeable town
It's neat and sedate
Why even the muggers are off
The streets by eight
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe
Polite and well spoken
Well heeded and well sane
They know they're alive
When they start to feel pain
You're staying up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe
Big city jungle
African street
The only real difference is in
The people they meet
Ooh staying up all night
African jungle
Big city street
The only real difference is in
The people you meet
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
It's an agreeable town
It's neat and sedate
Why even the muggers are off
The streets by eight
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe
Polite and well spoken
Well heeded and well sane
They know they're alive
When they start to feel pain
You're staying up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe
Big city jungle
African street
The only real difference is in
The people they meet
Bob Geldof
©The Boomtown Rats
© 1981 Phonogram Ltd.
b/w The Elephant's Graveyard (German and Austrian releases)
Did you slip the noose when the beast broke loose
The elephants graveyard ain't the place to be
And white turns black, dies of heart attack
The elephants graveyard needs the change of scene.
You got the money, but who needs the tension
And fear's no cheaper on the old age pension
There's just one thing that I forgot to mention
What've you got to lose when you know
You're guilty 'till proven guilty
Isn't that the law
Guilty 'till proven guilty
That's what we saw
Do the blue rinse shuffle with the beach boy muscle
Waiting all your life for this golf cart life
You see the judge and then you check the jury
She does her hair and calls the lawyer curti
It's Disneyland under martial law
Titch on the TV tell me what you saw
They were guilty 'till proven guilty [etc...]
Justice isn't blind
It just looks the other way
Not from want of trying
I have nothing left to say
The sky burns bright, 24 hour night
And you don't pay death duties when your on death duty
You came here looking for the peace and quiet
The healthy air and the healthy diet
The sea's so calm but the street's a riot
Taken years off your life when you've no years left to give
Yeah you're
Guilty 'till proven guilty [etc.]
Shame shame shimmy shame.
Shame shame shimmy shame.
The elephants graveyard ain't the place to be
And white turns black, dies of heart attack
The elephants graveyard needs the change of scene.
You got the money, but who needs the tension
And fear's no cheaper on the old age pension
There's just one thing that I forgot to mention
What've you got to lose when you know
You're guilty 'till proven guilty
Isn't that the law
Guilty 'till proven guilty
That's what we saw
Do the blue rinse shuffle with the beach boy muscle
Waiting all your life for this golf cart life
You see the judge and then you check the jury
She does her hair and calls the lawyer curti
It's Disneyland under martial law
Titch on the TV tell me what you saw
They were guilty 'till proven guilty [etc...]
Justice isn't blind
It just looks the other way
Not from want of trying
I have nothing left to say
The sky burns bright, 24 hour night
And you don't pay death duties when your on death duty
You came here looking for the peace and quiet
The healthy air and the healthy diet
The sea's so calm but the street's a riot
Taken years off your life when you've no years left to give
Yeah you're
Guilty 'till proven guilty [etc.]
Shame shame shimmy shame.
Shame shame shimmy shame.
Bob Geldof
©The Boomtown Rats
℗1980 Phonogram Int BV
b/w Another Piece of Red (US 7" release)
I was reading in New Zealand about Ian Smith
I was thinking they were lucky to be rid of that shit.
The people here can still believe in stiff lips and stiff collars
They're speaking deals in English
But they're making deals in dollars.
They're breaking up an empire
Nobody's buying British
They're calling for an umpire
Nobody's playing cricket
The flags are coming down everybody stands saluting
But somewhere in the distance, I can hear somebody shooting.
And another piece of red left my atlas today.
It's so long Hong Kong and no more Singapore
Those steaming nights of Malta
Goodbye Gibraltar
I'll give you arms for Africa
I'm hungry for India
The sun's set on Australia
And vive le Canada
They're breaking up an empire
Nobody's buying British
Calling for an umpire
It really isn't cricket
The flags are coming down
There's a minimum of looting
Somewhere in the distance I can see somebody shooting
And another piece of red left my atlas today....
Bob Geldof
©The Boomtown Rats
℗1980 Phonogram Int BV