Flash goes a little hummingbird a darting, whirring 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 meeting a producer The 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 there’s a hunter’s gleam Something to look forward to this cat’s gonna get the cream Skin of a mango is so smooth, 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 baccy 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