The Clash - Sex Mad Roar lyrics

Kin-ky!

Equal rights and French lace tights, oh baby
Virginia Wolf whistles in the night, oh baby
I'm trying to hear you talk
And I'm dying to see you walking around me
An' the soundtrack to the city, it explodes

And I'm drowning in this sound
That's the sex mad roar what!
Hey, I'm drowning in this sound
That's the sex mad roar
Now I hate you going on 'coz
The jungle drum is pounding
An' I don't want you to go
But I want you to come around me
Yeah, you're fighting her again
He's an easy one to frame, astounding
And I believe her fear is growing

And I'm drowning in that sound


That's the sex mad roar what!
I'm drowning in this sound
That's the sex mad roar

Hey! hey! hey! hey!
I'm drowning in that sound
That's the sex mad roar sound!
That's the sex mad roar

Well, didn't Che Guevara give his
Million star a senorita
They say Karl Marx is a devil in the dark
But anywhere fidel's on the stuff
He's so down on the rocks
Well, the new revolution will have to wait

Yes, I'm drowned out by the sound
That's the sex mad roar
Yeah, I'm drowning in that sound
That's the sex mad roar oh! oh! oh! oh!
I'm drowning to the sound
That's the sex mad roar
Hey, I'm drowning in this sound
That's the sex mad roar

Shhh! Hup! hup! hup! hup!
Yaaah! Yaaah!
Yaaaah! Yaaaah!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ooh!