Madagascar-Roumania (Tu Jésty Fáta) Gogol Bordello

So now you tell me you're living in a country
Where joys and freedom they can not be tried
But alone in your mind there are so many rooms
That you never seem to find

There is a room where your toolbox is waiting
But you just never go there when you are awake
When most of the time whatever that you look for
You could'd just sit down and make

So do "the right thing". just do "the right thing"
How can you do it while you're awake?!
Instead I scratch my forehead like Aladdin his lamp

Cause even in Madagascar (Madagascar)
We'll find some shack below radar (below radar)
Put two turntables and a film projector in that room
And punk rock 'n' roll most faithfully
It will occure-cure-cure! ... cure cure cure!

Instead you run to your little birdfeeder
And stick your beak in the seeds your master laid
Where did they came from? Who put them in there?
Oh, you will never know their name!
But there is a room where bustle and merry
And big ceremony could be going on
Where your true talents along with birthrights
Could be dancing can-can!