M.I.A. - Kala, 2007 - 6. Mango Pickle Down River (feat. The Wilcannia Mob) | Текст песни

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• 6. Mango Pickle Down River (feat. The Wilcannia Mob)

Testing one
Go, one, two, three, four

Wilcannia Mob
M.I.A.
Morganics

When it's really hot, we go to the river and swim.
When we go fishing we catchin' the brim.
When the river's high we jump off the bridge,
when we get home we play some didge. x2

They call me Wally, this is where Im at
I wear my NRL baseball cap
Parramattas my team if you know what I mean
To be the captain, thats my dream

My name is Keith from Wilcannia Street
[I walk on stilts to read the beat
When it crawls out, I shake a leg]???
This is my rhyme and thats what I said

First of all I wanna say, I don't really know why you act that way.
My name is Maya, and people always say I act kinda strange like a doobaway.
I like fish and mango pickle, when I climb trees them feet them tickle. I'm broke this month, I didn't pay rent.
I had to jump town and the money's all spent. I had to jump town and the money's all spent.

Well Colroys here, have no fear
all you wild pigs better watch out for the spear
And Im here at the game and Im almost ten
I wanna be an actor like Jackie Chan

Lendal is my name; I like to do back flips
Listen to the words that come from my lips
Jump off the bridge and I'll play the didge
And when I catch a fish, I put it in the fridge

My name is Buddy, I cant stand still
Wilcannia to Dubbo to Broken Hill
Ive been movin' around from town to town
And this is how I get down!

Rode the BMX when we walked through the bush.
The boys fight to ride it, but I just let them push.
Keith stole an egg from a little kookoo, kept it safe in his mouth while he danced the juku juku.
There's only one river that got fish left.
One day you'll have to be a really good chef.
And I don't mean us in the bush makin meth.
Boys if you catch meth you catch your death.
When I said that Keith sneezed and had a chick.
Broke the little leg in his mouth in little bits.

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