Tim Minchin - Happy little africans | Текст песни

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• Tim Minchin
• Happy little africans

Hello, welcome to our show, I'm glad that you could come
We're gonna have a hoot, we're gonna have some fun
Sit back, put your feet up and relax, maybe have a drink or three
The more you drink the better we will be

And if you have a mobile phone please turn it off, thank you
And if you have Tourette's syndrome just do whatever it is you people do
And if you are offended by adult concepts or mild blasphemy
Maybe switch of for a little while
You've got approximately four seconds to turn your dial

Bugger, nipple, shit, Mohammed.

Hey my name is Tim, I write funny songs and sing
I'm here to start the show off with a bang
Pete Helliar's MC, but when it came to the opening they turned to me
Cos this is what would happen if Pete sang...

Ah, ah, ah, ah, staying alive, staying alive.

And this year the Melbourne comedy fest is turning 21
And if you ask me I think it's gonna be particularly fun
And if you ever thought you'd like to give money to a starving Afri-cun

Then tonight's the perfect night to do it
Pick up the phone you know you won't rue it
There's money in your pocket that you don't need
You don't need another pair of pre-worn jeans
You don't need expensive jewellery
You don't need a new Playstation 3
When there are kids in the world who haven't even got Playstation One
(Playstation One)
Millions of kids in starving nations
Living their lives with no Playstations
AIDs and war, no vaccinations
Living their lives with no Playstations

If all the kids in Africa had broadband and a Playstation 3
Might not solve their problems but by Christ it would make them happy
It'd surely take their minds of clean water and rice, (water and rice)
Getting to shoot doughnut-eating American teens in their big fat faces
With fuck-off Plasma guns... Happy little Africuns

Happy little Africuns

Hello, welcome to our show
We're glad that you could come
It's time for a little audience participation
Sing: I am audience member
Why are you making me sing?
You self-indulgent wanker
Just bring on that nice Peter Helliar