Firangi Bliz - All that Jazz

Some are big folks returning in jumbo jets
Once fed themselves with the same rubbish
as you, back benchers in school
now bringing with them, foreign lands and all that jazz
Suddenly you appear too naive and small
for those eyes, oh so bright with fancy lights

Cooling glasses and tight jeans
spiked hair and  fluent air
baby, you are all bling and bliz
who are we but flies in the eyes
of a self-proclaimed eagle
flying in the skies of civilized fanatsies.