Get Outa My Pogoda Songtext
von Chris Spedding

Separation, isolation
The only way to breathe the city air
Philosophisin′, no compromising
No need to be here
If you want to be there

So get out, get outa my pagoda


Fee fi fo foetal
I smell the blood of the English people
Humanity on the loose
Fee fi fo fumble
Run, run, don't stumble
I got energised by misuse

So get out, get outa my pagoda