Only One Way I Can Go The Clint Boon Experience

Don't sit around you're gonna put it on your waistline
Don't stand alone in these strangest of times
There is no explaining the things that might happen
There's now a new home for technology and fashion
She heard it from someone in Hong Kong
Who read it on a screen in Beijing
It was posted on a site in Seattle
And me, I read it on the back of cigarette packet and it said:
(Election means electrocution. This is the new revolution)

You're taking me way high
I like it white with no sugar
When I'm out on the highway

She said she was looking for a basic introduction
And that "creation" is an anagram of "reaction"
Said she was a user, IBM out of South Africa
I was a receiver in a café bar in Manchester
I replied that "boredom" is an anagram of "bedroom"
And that "it's so good to see kids on the streets again"
The only people that I don't wish to meet
Are singing at the pigeons in Senile Street
And that yes, this is a new revolution

(Revolution)

You're taking me way high
I like it white with no sugar
When I'm out on the highway
Ooooooooo
You're taking me way high
I like it white with no sugar
When I'm out on the highway

The man on the mac in Macedonia
Hits on the girl with the fully loaded PC in DC
(This is definitely a new revolution)

You're taking me way high
I like it white with no sugar
When I'm out on the highway
Ooooooooo
You're taking me way high
I like it white with no sugar
When I'm out on the highway
I like it white with no sugar

I guess I'll just scoot along to Dry or Atlas, or Dukes of 92
Open up a new website and maybe call it...
(Mr. Boon, play that tune)
Groovy mama, groovy

(This is definitely a new revolution)
I like it white with no sugar
(This is definitely a new revolution)
I like it white with no sugar
(This is definitely a new revolution)
(Mr. Boon, play that tune)
(This is definitely a new revolution)