I am a foreigner and I'm walking
through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That [bad word] and strangles you
right in your sleep
But be it me, or it's you, the leisure class,
I think we all know:
That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through
the Gypsy part of town...
let's go!
It's the underdog world strike!
And let your Girl Scouts lip-synch
about the freedom
Just the way you like them,
but soon enough you'll see them
Soon enough they'll turn around
And soon enough you'll see them
in a different part of town
Cause be it me or it's you, the leisure class,
I think we all know:
That be it punk, hip-hop, or be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through the 
Gypsy part of town...
let's go!
It's the underdog world strike!