Car Jamming - The Clash

Tonight they’re closing up the world

N’sweeping smoke from cigarettes

And what is that funk multi-national

Anthem rocking from a thousand

King Kong cassette decks

Then a shyboy from Missouri

Boots blown off in a '60s war

Riding aluminium crutches

Now he knows the welfare kindness n'

Agent Orange color blindness

As we works from door to door

The violence in the carpets

The mirror of his wife

Drives the slum-bum dweller

To grind his hunting knife

In homesteads of cigar box-radios

Hive like bees

The body in the ice

Box has no date for freeeeeze

In a car jam

Selling is what selling sells

But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell

The hells

Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne

Once inisde the executive

He never leaves his home

Gorillas drag their victiims

Hyenas try to sue

Snakes find grass in concrete

There is no city zoo by Ventilation units where towers

Meet the streets

The ragged stand in bags

Soaking heat up through their feet

This was the donly kindness

And it was accidental too

Now shaking single engined planes

Traffik-king stereos from Cuba

Buzzed the holy zealot mass

And drowned out Missa Luba

And drowned out Missa Luba

I thought I saw Lauren Bacall

I thought I saw Lauren Bacall

I swear

Hey fellas

Lauren Bacall

In a car jam

Yeah I don’t believe it In a car jam

Ah yeah positively absolutely