(andy partridge)

Chant your spirit free;
Rush to greet truth like a dart
Shake your bag obones,
Shake your bag obones.
Thats not traffic roar,
Thats a leopard in your heart,
Shake your bag obones,
Shake your bag obones.

Go tell your stale friends,
Go tell false prophets,
And drug traffickers,
Not to try to push our bodies any faster
Were dancing with disaster,
And the first will be the last,
Its nearly africa,
Oh-oh,
Its nearly africa,
Oh-oh,

Any day now,
Any day, now now

Unplug future plans;
Finger-paint the sun on you,
Shake your bag obones,
Shake your bag obones,
Mend your missing links,
I think trust should be the glue,
Shake your bag obones,
Shake your bag obones,

Go tell your warboys,
Go tell all leeches,
And blind panickers,
Not to try to push your bodies any faster,
Were dancing with disaster,
And the first will be the last,
Its nearly africa,
Oh-oh,
Its nearly africa,
Oh-oh,

Any day, now
Any day, now now

Our civilisation car is running wild,
Who did you give the wheel to?
The fat man driving us over the edge of the nearest cliff-face,
Is he the same God that Ive seen you kneel to?