Sara crazy child is devouring all the streets

With her pastel coloured dress

And her seductive bongo-beat

Her skin is wild like the olives

And her body's' bitter sweet

Still she's only just thirteen

And she's forgotten how to dream.

Her brother the juke-box King

With his venom mildly sting

And his knowledge twisted hair

And his 1920's stare

He lives beneath the roadway

In a manner to his lair

In summer he's a young boy

But in winter he's a tear

Broken dusty mother Imamal'

Her face melted just like wax

Her once gazelle like features

Blooded by the Ajax

Received your picture postcard

Of the twosome of the one

Solely the submitted to the guillotine of their home.