Lyrics:

(Puerta-Pack)I was living in Angola, Reading in the paper'Bout the new depressionGot the States upsetStill, I just can't seeHow only one TVAnd two slightly used carsCauses such regretsIn this country such as ours,If we had these things,We would either be European Or descend from kingsOh! Sometimes, you know,I hunger for more than food, For more than the shelter From the cold monsoons I'd like swimmin' poolsAnd refrigerated air And an extra room to spare (No more ten to a room), And a thinking color set With a close-up zoomBut in this country such as ours, If we had these things,We'd be a U.N. delegationOr a visiting queenYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahAnd you remember well The day when old Wall Street fellAnd do you fear it again?Still there is one major differenceIn just how we see some things What you call poor we call prosperityYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahOoh! Sometimes, you know, I hunger for more than food, For more than the shelterFrom the cold monsoons I'd like swimmin' poolsAnd refrigerated airAnd an extra room to spare(No more ten to a room), And a thinking color set With a close-up zoomBut in this country such as ours,If we had these things,We'd be a U.N. delegation Or a visiting queenYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahOh Living in Angola ...

Ambrosia Angola