Electro Gypsy Songtext

Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio

Here he is, the Electro Gypsy
He stands motionless while he drops a melody
Play his future music long into the night
'Till his fingers bleed
Well, that's alright

Watch him going door to door
Selling pegs and lucky heather
Dropping fine electric beats
Wearing trousers made of leather

Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio
(Yamaha)

There he goes, the Electro Gypsy
Everywhere he goes,
He needs to take a generator
Power is not what he craves, my friend
It's just a means to his electro end

Here he is, the Electro Gypsy
In his caravan
It's the future man
See him play a tune upon his Yamaha
A guitar won't do, they are too old school

Watch him going door to door
Selling pegs and lucky heather
Dropping fine electric beats
Wearing trousers made of leather

Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio
(Yamaha)
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio
(Yamaha)
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio
(Yamaha)
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio
(Yamaha)
(Here he is the electro Gypsy)
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio
(Yamaha)
(Here he is the electro Gypsy)
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha
Yama-Yamaha, Moog and a Casio