The People's House - John Williams & London Symphony Orchestra

It's a chilly Florentine evening Two men in evening hats Telling tales of the underground and Fishing for Reds Policemen armed with Uzis Stand guard but they don't speak Ain't seen no Michaeangelo He'll be here next week. The girl in the shoes With the crystal heels went chaperoned by her brother They raise a glass of amber wine Take pictures of each other Of the policemen in the fountains And the sickle and the hammer And they came with Uncle Romulus With his walking cane and camera She looked like someone's girlfriend She looked like a dream She looked as unlikely As the people's limousine. Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of you Hush your mouth and cover your eyes for I'll tell your father of you He paid to have you painted in the company of angels Only to find you flirting anew with Chico Marx and perverted Engels The patron saint of television smiles down from the shelf Romulus can't criticize but he can't bless himself He has a tin of pea-green paint and a big roll of black tape To vandalize these obscenities then make his escape She walked up to the nice policeman and asked him for a match He saw Romulus approaching and slipped off the safety catch Then cut down her uncle, he was painted red and green Just as she was kidnapped in the people's limousine.

The people callin' Benjai name Say dey want a tune again Look everybody done wet We chest done wet We back done wet We outta breath We peltin' waist And we can't done yet We can't done yet No we can't done yet Face done wet We drippin' sweat Drinks in the air So the place done wet Call a next rounds Everything done set The sun not out So we can't done yet (We can't done yet) They say Benjai not doin' it again I tell them dat They will be callin' out meh name They say on paper I'm second But in de hearts I'm number 1 The people's champion The people's champion So when people hear "eh ay" Know Benjai is dey ay All hands in de air ay All drinks in the sky Cuz the fans dem love me And they show that love when they see meh See meh, see meh, see meh The people callin' Benjai name Say dey want a tune again The people callin' Benjai name Say dey want a tune again Look everybody done wet We chest done wet We back done wet We outta breath We peltin' waist And we can't done yet We can't done yet No we can't done yet Face done wet We drippin' sweat Drinks in the air So the place done wet Call a next rounds Everything done set The sun not out So we can't done yet (We can't done yet) They say Benjai just don't have enough I tell them dat I only do this outta love Cuz I love my country bad I represent for the soca hard Every year for de carnival Benjai on the scene When people throwin' parties Oh they don't have to study Well who is that somebody To come and mash it up (Everybody know) that it is my duty And you just have to call me And we go mash up de place for the people dem say The people callin' Benjai name Say dey want a tune again The people callin' Benjai name Say dey want a tune again Look everybody done wet We chest done wet We back done wet We outta breath Ah peltin' waist And we can't done yet We can't done yet No we can't done yet Face done wet We drippin' sweat Drinks in the air So the place done wet Call a next rounds Everything done set The sun not out So we can't done yet (We can't done yet) The people callin' Benjai name Say dey want a tune again The people callin' Benjai name Say dey want a tune again Everybody done wet

All the people at this party They've got a lot of style They've got stamps of many countries They've got passport smiles Some are friendly Some are cutting Some are watching it from the wings Some are standing in the centre Giving to get something Photo beauty gets attention Then her eye paint's running down She's got a rose in her teeth And a lampshade crown One minute she's so happy Then she's crying on someone's knee Saying laughing and crying You know it's the same release I told you when I met you I was crazy Cry for us all beauty Cry for Eddie in the corner Thinking he's nobody And Jack behind his joker And stone-cold Grace behind her fan And me in my frightened silence Thinking I don't understand I feel like I'm sleeping Can you wake me You seem to have a broader sensibility I'm just living on nerves and feelings With a weak and a lazy mind And coming to peoples parties Fumbling deaf dumb and blind I wish I had more sense of humor Keeping the sadness at bay Throwing the lightness on these things Laughing it all away Laughing it alI away Laughing it all away