Ukulele Song Go on there and soft her brκα Thug life in a town of restias Only it gets stronger and stronger But got not the power to keep them down South African struggle World keeps its eyes on you South African struggle Time has come, you have to wait Ukulele Song You see, a politician They got a right of boom and wax The high side, but a politic Not correct, but they don't act South African struggle World keeps its eyes on you South African struggle Time has come, you have to wait Ukulele Song Thousands of mourners turned out today In a mixed-race suburb of Cape Town, South Africa In a funeral of three young people Who were shot in a police trap this week No police weren't tried today The youth died when police rang out of wooden crates On a truck and opened fire on guns-to-the-eats And throwing stones But that was a great turmoil Ukulele Song Mandela, you showed us the way What our politics were all Mandela, you showed us the way What our politics were Sound the break, girl Mandela, you showed us the way Oh, see all the thousands coming round Looking to hide there A place to go, a place to hide A place to grow Sound the break, girl White jobs, rough sense, rulers, yeah Got the bottom, this world, you need to understand White jobs, rough sense, rulers, yeah Got the bottom, this world, you need to understand Sound the break, girl Mandela, you showed us the way What our politics were all Mandela, you showed us the way What our politics were all Sound the break, girl