Singles drunk in dining cars
Moving over Delta plains
Jungle law will raise its head
Sergeant, majors, heavy heart
The pomp and English circumstance
Morning bugles here they come
London Bridge is falling down
Out there drums begin to dance

Pick up the spear and fight
Now that the time is right Zulu man
Sound of a bird in flight
Run like the wind tonight
Zulu man

Freaking plough, bloody sand
Mobile posters advertise
he's African, he's African
The gold is slipping through their hands

Pick up the spear and fight
Now that the time is right Zulu man
Fire is burning bright
Run like the wind tonight Zulu man