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One two, one two three four |
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Midnight to six man |
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For the first time from Jamaica |
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Dillinger and Leroy Smart |
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Delroy Wilson, your cool operator |
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Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae |
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With backing bands sound system |
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If they've got anything to say |
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There's many black ears here to listen |
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But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right |
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Charging from the bass knives to the treble |
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But on stage they ain't got no roots, rock rebel |
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On stage they ain't got no roots, rock rebel |
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Dress back and jump back, this is a blue beat attack |
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'Cos it won't get you anywhere, fooling with the guns |
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The British Army is waitin' out there |
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It weighs fifteen hundred tons |
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White youth, black youth |
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Better find another solution |
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Why not phone up Robin Hood |
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And ask him for some wealth distribution? |
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Punk rocker in the UK |
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They won't notice anyway |
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They're all too busy fightin' |
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For a good place under the lightnin' |
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The new groups are not concerned |
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With what there is to be learned |
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They got Burton suits, ha, you think it's funny |
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Turning rebellion into money |
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All over people changing their votes |
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Along with their overcoats |
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If Adolf Hitler flew in today |
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They'd send a limousine anyway |
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I'm the all night drug prowling wolf |
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Who looks so sick in the sun |
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I'm the white man in the Palais |
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Just lookin' for fun |
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Only lookin' for fun |
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Oh, please this time just give me a nod |
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Well I'm only, lookin' for fun |
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Lookin' lookin' lookin' for fun, F U N |
