Urban Caravan - Pekka Pohjola

Young and fearless bandit dreams of scratchy gold, just to hold

In the wings of night where Asian smugglers roam

Turn to that skillful healer down by it all, just a call

While the heroes serve for life their drum beats on

The Bwana Boyer has slipped into silks at home

The urban caravan moves in the night

If Joe could leave it he’d leave it with no regret

If Jimmy Steeler had guts he’d say no

The urban caravan contacting lost brigades

Those moral strangers who left to be gone

Their scarlet babies have cried but they’re over it

The happy hunters still leave in the dawn

Where’s «Mongo Paris» with shipments from India

Where’s Whining Willard and Blues Crocodiles

Knocked over tables in Henderson’s Fish and Chips

It must be traders from over the line

Eager and instant are great Bwana’s new recruits

The urban caravan moves in the night

Safe and secure in the whirls of the night parade

Their easy riders in black beat the white

Where’s «Mongo Paris» with shipments from India

Where’s Whining Willard and Blues Crocodiles

Knocked over tables in Henderson’s Fish and Chips

It must be traders from over the line

Eager and instant are great Bwana’s new recruits

The urban caravan moves in the night

Safe and secure in the whirls of the night parade

Their easy riders in black beat the white

Rock and roll!

Some rock and roll and a style lasting overnight

You city slicks in your bars, you’re a bore

My bandit leathers are cooler than fashion ties

You’re only losers in fancy disguise

I am the sweat on your skin, that daring dangerous grin

But I’ll be here when you need me again

We’re running faster than wind on the avenue

We’re watching corners in fire hot night

My bandit leathers are cooler than fashion ties

You’re only losers in fancy disguise

I am the star on your mind, that daring dangerous kind

I am the hero of thieves of your time