I went down to Mukumbura.
Certain DJ got it right.
It's a long way from your hometown.
In fact it's sounding this same night.
200 miles inside a boogie.
Looking out for special signs.
It was a waste of Russians going there.
Now those where happy times.
Then I jogged to JOC Imtoko.
'Cause I needed Ginger Beers.
Things were going there almost daily.
Even though the Scouts were there.
The Commandos were my mukkas,
By a force it's love defied.
They smacked the clays on, on and on, man.
They took the gap back to blind lights.
Taking bush pics and big old fat dogs,
Rhinos and roses, all fuzz.
I never have been good with humour,
I hope to stay alive.
All the bet it's to competing.
And in the RL's took a fall.
And the fuzz stop there with rovers.
We Rhodesians drove them all!
Now the Guard Force and the AP's.
Were aside for my soul lives.
In a keep near the tower tower.
Driving through I was surprised.
The sergeant called me comrade.
So I took a super fuzz.
I know we are watching closely,
Because he is watching us.
Taking bush pics and big old fat dogs,
Rhinos and roses, all fuzz.
I never have been good with humour,
I hope to stay alive.
All the bet it's to competing.
And in the RL's took a fall.
And the fuzz stop there with rovers.
We Rhodesians drove them all!
Every Tuesday close to first line.
Yes it had been a Russian one.
When this habbard was discovered,
Buggers thunders have some fun.
And when my Max in the right side took the driver with his hole.
A second one was waiting underneath trees down the road.
Taking bush pics and big old fat dogs,
Rhinos and roses, all fuzz.
I never have been good with humour,
I hope to stay alive.
All the bet it's to competing.
And in the RL's took a fall.
And the fuzz stop there with rovers.
We Rhodesians drove them all!
We Rhodesians drove them all!