Tribal - Imelda May

We all got our marks towhat or who we belong

Apart we are weak, but together we’re strong

They knock one of us so we all take offence

For a quiff or a crew we can jump to the fence

With the drum that you bang or the song that you sing

Tribal, ooh

Tribal, ooh

Fashion is something that comes and goes

Fickle as fables of emperors clothes

What you put on tells a lot of your mind

If you’re part of a pack or 'a' one of a kind

With the drum that you bang or the song that you sing

Tribal, ooh

Tribal, ooh

Standing in a crowd

I hold my head up proud

What’s right for you, for me it may be wrong

It’s great to be different but have something to belong

When you look in the mirror tell me what do you see?

Someone new or your ancestry?

You’re a king or a queen or a wizard, a fool?

Or if you’re me then rockabilly rules

With the drum that you bang or the song that you sing

Tribal, ooh

Tribal, ooh

Tribal, ooh

Tribal, ooh