Flash goes a little hummingbird
a dart and worried thread
At the screen door by his lemon tree
Out here with the quick and the dead
Designer blinds above LA
Frame the perfect view
It's gonna be another day
Of sun and shameless blue
By his cutting block the time has come
For the fruit there by the juicer
He grinds fresh coffee for himself
He's beaten our producer
LA Times lies on the stone warming there like bread
Hey what's not to like
out here with the quick and the dead
Good on you son, good on you
The Camden shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah
Good on you son, good on you
The Camden shuffle and the old one-two
You wanna know what happiness is
In his eye is a hunter's gleam
Something to look forward to
This cat's gonna get the cream
Skin of a mango is so smooth it's smoother than the devil
Cut it, slice it, chop it up to the rhythm of a cockney rebel
Back in Blighty there's a flat on a grimy sink estate
That's why he walked out of that and went to the Golden State
Left the backie and the beer where he was born and bred
Now he's cutting it out here
With the quick and the dead
Good on you son, good on you
The Camden shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah
What would you have had him do
The Camden shuffle and the old one-two yeah
Good on you son, good on you
The Camden shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah
Good on you son, good on you
The Camden shuffle and the old one-two yeah