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Mad Dogs and Englishmen Lyrics: In tropical climes there are certain times of day / When all the citizens retire / To take their clothes off and perspire / It's one of those...
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Mad Gods and Englishmen is a 2006 comic strip by Simon Spurrier and Boo Cook, for the character Harry Kipling. A 2013 episode of Tom Kapinos' Californication is also named after the song. Mad Dogs & Englishmen was a National Review podcast by Charles C. W. Cooke and Kevin D. Williamson.
Digariga digariga digariga doo. . The native grieve when the white . Men leave their huts, because. They're obviously definitely nuts! . Mad dogs and Englishmen. Go out in the midday sun. The Japanese don't care to. The Chinese wouldn't dare to. Hindoos and Argentines sleep .
Mad Dogs and Englishmen Songtext von Noël Coward mit Lyrics, deutscher Übersetzung, Musik-Videos und Liedtexten kostenlos auf Songtexte.com
Find the full lyrics of the song Mad Dogs and Englishmen by Noel Coward, a humorous tune about the British colonialists' obsession with staying out in the midday sun. The song lists various tropical locations and contrasts the Englishmen's behavior with that of the natives and other animals.
Lyrics of Mad Dogs and Englishmen by Noël Coward. In tropical climes there are certain times of day. When all the citizens retire. To tear their clothes off and persprie. It′s one of those rules that the greatest fools obey, Because the sun is much too sultry. And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray.
Mad dogs and Englishmen Go out in the midday sun. The toughest Burmese bandit Can never understand it In Rangoon the heat of noon Is just what the natives shun They put their Scotch or Rye down And lie down in a jungle town Where the sun beats down To the rage of man and beast The English garb Of the English sahib Merely gets a bit more creased ...
