10 Quatloos to whoever gets all 6:
ooga chaka
Sharp! Distance!
Too much to carry around with you,no chance of finding a woman who
will love you in the morning and all the night time too.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
All I have is my love of love
And love is not loving
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
The machine, that we built,
would never save us’, that’s what they say