Misty mornin', don't see no sun; I know you're out there somewhere having fun. There is one mystery - yea-ea-eah - I just can't express: To give your more, to receive your less. One of my good friend said, in a reggae riddim, "Don't jump in the water, if you can't swim." The power of philosophy - yea-ea-eah - floats through my head Light like a feather, heavy as lead; Light like a feather, heavy as lead, yeah. See no sun! Oh. Time has come, I want you - I want you to straighten out my tomorrow! Uh. I want - I want - I want you - (tomorrow). Oh, wo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! I want you to straighten out my (tomorrow)! Misty (morning) mornin', don't see no sun; I know you're out there somewhere having fun. Mysteries I just can't express: How can you ever give your more to receive your less? Like my good friend said, in a reggae riddim: "You can't jump - you can't jump in the water, if you can't swim." I want you (I want you) - I want you to straighten out my today - My tomorrow - my-my-my - my - my (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow). On a misty morning, uh! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow). Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow) Straighten out my tomorrow - my tomorrow! Need some straightenin' out! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow) Mist! Mm. (I want) Mist! (you to straighten out my tomorrow) Misty! Oh! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)

I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the chochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari and macaroni Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again There is a minstrel, there you see And he stoppeth one in three He whispers in this one's ear "Will you kindly kill a dog for me" Now he has won chochona in the bingo All the town has watched this crazy gringo As he pulls off the doll's head laughing And miraldo throws its body in the sea Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again El vienticinco de agosto Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley Pero el bebe cinquante Gin-campari Y se tendio para cerrarlos Y Costello el rey del America Y suntuosa Cait O Riordan Non rompere mes colliones Los gritos fuera de las casas Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again

In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think And we'll go where the spirits take us, to Heaven or to Hell And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From the dear old streets of King's Cross to the doors of the ICA Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammersmith's sightly shores We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the GLC And when we've done those bastards in, we'll storm the BBC Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a KMRIA Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) From a five-pound bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream We'll spew and lurch, get nicked, on the way we'll kill and maim When you haven't got a penny, boys, it's all the bloody same Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve, to the beauty that's Mill Lane Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) This town has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry We've been here for a long time and we'll be here 'til we die So we'll finish off the leavings of blood and glue and beer And burn this bloody city down in the summer of the year Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Arlington House with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores today Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye) (Yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye)

Okay, time for sayonara So long, Yankee break my heart There's nothing left for us to say now Even the best friends gotta part I walked into a nearest bar I sat and looked towards the sea I wandered drunken down the beach The waves just whispered misery She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong Flu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Som-yat-zu, som-yat-zu Som-yat-zu, som-yat-zu I got new papers in a bordello With some Luckies and my ID My heart was pounding like a hammer Thai, Thai, Thai, Thai, Thai, I am free She kissed me softly on the lips She took my hand without a sound This was our happy ever after So motherfucker kiss the ground She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong Flu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong Flu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Put me on a breeze to Katmandu