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And there's panic on the street when it's not around

So we go to
All those African children
Who live far away
On the back of a big bus all the way to Bombay

When they go I am with them
But it won't be long
Godhopping for good times
When everything starts to go wrong

Pow...
Powder cake they wear their makeup veils
Veils that hide them underneath such sweaty perfume smells

High-heeled they are always looking down
Down their confidence is struggling hard to get around

I've learnt that indecision only brings no joy
So much joy to a fickle little world
That every night I do TV, film my own self CCTV
And there's panic on the street when it's not around

So we go to
All the traffic and children
Who live far away
On the back of a big bus all the way to Bombay

When they go I am with them
But it won't be long
Godhopping for good times
When everything starts to go wrong

So we go to
All those African children
Who live far away
On the back of a big bus all the way to Bombay

When they go I am with them
But it won't be long
Godhopping for good times
When everything starts to go wro-o-o-ong

All the traffic and children
(Children)
Who live far away
(Godhopping)
On the back of a big bus all the way to Bombay
Yay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay