You mean, like in the really dramatic movies. Somalis could give it a really cool soundtrack. But I think this probably ends with an unappealing and short stacatto firefight.
Let's all join in singing and dancing a descriptive old shanty or two:
Let's all join in singing and dancing a descriptive old shanty or two:
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down,
Way ay - blow the man down,
O Blow the man down in Liverpool town.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
As I was walking down Paradise Street,
Way ay - blow the man down,
A brass-bound policeman I happened to meet.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
Says he, "You're a Black-Baller by the cut of your hair."
"I know you're a Black-Baller by the clothes that you wear."
O Pliceman, O Piliceman,
Pretty Little Plicemen in a row, Oh-
you do me great wrong."
I'm a Flying Fish Sailor just home from Hong Kong."
They gave me three months in Walton Gaol,
For booting and kicking and blowing him down.
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down,
Way ay - blow the man down,
O Blow the man down in Liverpool town.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
You're a Blackballer by the cut of your hair;
To me way-aye, blow the man down!
I know you're a Blackballer by the clothes that you wear.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
Oh, blow the man down, Johnny, Blow him right down,
To me way - ay, blow the man down,
Aw, blow the man down for a half a crown,
Gimme some time to blow the man down!