Era il generale F.F.
Dall'Afghanistan.
Ha detto che va tutto bene e che non vede l'ora di tornare a casa. Magari prima di natale ma molto più probabilmente dopo. Con l'avvicinarsi delle feste si stanno moltiplicando gli amici degli amici dei fratelli dei cognati in cerca di un rientro anticipato.
Quando torna si compra uno snowboard nuovo.
Gli dedico l'ormai abusata:
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
CHORUS
CHORUS
Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
CHORUS
CHORUS
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef was
As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
CHORUS
CHORUS
He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it.
You know he really hates it.
The Clash
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