To your cool, hallelujah — you must see it down, follow the Light Ghetto or Eni, or skin all day and night. So land in London, moon come what they get, to nowhere.

Jibbin Jashiso — lay back in style, do your cool. LALA LA LA LA… go lelele, the mother echo, God, look at me.

I don’t give any time — but tell me why? Tell me why. Tell me why… I don’t need you. It’s as I know how naive you are.

Tell me to look inside — that you’ve got to. ‘Cause she Lamboni shake it to me… LA LA dada.