I Feel Like A Wog

[...] if you stop spitting for one second until the gig goes on
I know you like spittin' but I don't particulary like being spat at to while I'm playing,
I mean if you can afford it, then it's up to your intellect I suppose;
I'd just like to say something, on tuesday night there's a gig for the preservation of rights of prisoners,
now Jubilee year, the origin of Jubilee means set people free, and [???] this year, so there's a gig for the Prisoners' Right Association at Middlesex Point on tuesday night
and it's featuring 999 and Destroy
so if you wanna help those prisoners, go along and have a good time ...

I feel like a wog people giving me the eyes
But I was born here just like you
I feel like a wog
Got all the dirt shitty jobs
But everybody's got to have something to do with their time

I feel like a wog
I don't wanna go home
I've got a lot of life to run through
I feel like a wog
I don't mean you no harm
Just don't ask me to shine your shoes

Golly gee: Golly gosh
Don't call me your Golly Wog
Golly gee: Golly gosh
Don't call me your Golly Wog

Let me tell you about Pimpo
We met him down at the After Eight
He wanted to sell us some limbo
But we said mister
You've just got to wait
You've got to wait (x3)

He wanted to take us down to Sao Paulo
But we said mister
We ain't got no bread
I tried to make him laugh
But he didnt get the joke
And then he said I wasnt right in the head
And then he made me (x3)
And then he made me feel
And then he made me feel like (x3)
You know I feel like (x3)
You know I feel like a wog