The Clash — Sex Mad Roar

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! Yaaaaaah! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ooh!