I’m a flying Dutchman
Stranded in this city
I’m an ugly ghost
Lost in a place
Where everybody
Seems to be pretty
Where the surfers
Dream of waves
That will take them
Far away
To an island
Of fools
Where everybody’s cool
And my insecurity
Keeps me talking
And my restlesness
Keeps me walking
Here in Long street
And the sailors drink rum
Till the moon hits the sun
And I drink with the bums
That sleep on the stairs
Of the High Court of Justice
Where nobody cares
Cause the law is for those
Who can pay the lawyers
That will defend any filthy case
And I will fall in love
With a girl called Minnie
She’s coloured
Like a rainbow
And she knows how to
Thrill me
And she reads my mind
She knows my story
And she keeps me on my feet
In my drunken moments
Of glory
Here in Longstreet
Long street
I belong in
Long street
Longstreet
I belong in long street
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