Carnival in Coal Ohlala Lyrics:
There's a girl, her name is Bambirella
A gothic little princess
grooving like an umbrella
One could swear she's an ad for autism
(But she's) two hundred pounds of
poetry and dark romanticism

She's been invited by a neighbour
at a West Indian party
Rum flowing everywhere, stupid
people laughing loudly
Neurosis resurfaces, she'd be better on her own
Than to share a night of shit
with La Compagnie Créole

Bambirella don't like Carioca
Fuck off Huggy, leave me on the sofa

(Tous ensemble!)
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Eh oui (Ohlala)
C'est comme ça
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Ben v'là (Ohlala)
C'est la vie

Some assholes are gonna learn
what it's like to be down

Pas de chatte (Ohlala)
C'est la faille
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Eh oui (Ohlala)
C'est comme ça

"Dancing is easier than trying
to find some work"
She thinks, as inside she slowly goes berserk
She feels several laughing eyes are
scanning her entire body
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She knows that within hours
they all will be so sorry

Gross reflections, stupid puns and silly jokes
The cheap perfumes melted with the
smells of booze and smoke
It makes her really sick so she's
heading for the toilets
She's barely at the door (when)
she feels a hand on her butt...
Oh no!

Too much for her to take
Something's growing inside
Too much for her to take
They can run but can't hide
Too much for her to take
The fuckin' fury is now unleashed
She is gonna quote some Baudelaire
To the motherfucker who touched her derriere

(Zoukez!)
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Eh oui (Ohlala)
C'est comme ça
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Ben v'là (Ohlala)
C'est la vie

Some assholes are gonna learn
what it's like to be down

Pas de chatte (Ohlala)
C'est la faille
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Eh oui (Ohlala)
C'est comme ça

Fuck that shit
Bambirella will never go there again
All alone, without one of her depressed friends
(Note: Could Kassav's drummer play
that pleasant bridge?)
There's no fun in all their Caribbean shit
No frizzy asshole hair-dressed like Robert Smith

Let the song end
with the third shotgun blast
for no particular reason
Lyrics: Ohlala, Carnival in Coal [end]