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Haitian Frustration

(Bernard)

Yo Baby Doc, what's up with that?

Won't you please tell me what you gonna do next

From what I understand you don't stand a chance

Or better yet, why don't you check wid France

Yes big fat bwoy than you must understand

Haitian land is no longer in your hand

Three decades ago your father took over

And them TonTon Macoutes were his best lover

You became a teen, you met Idi Amin

Now I understand why your such a violent fiend

Going around calling yourself a leader

I tell you what you are...

You're just a dick...tator!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Us Haitian we too prefer election

Never again worship dictatorship

To be free is the right of everyone

But look at you know you always on the run

Listen Duvalier I'm so sorry to say

Little Haiti will give you no pity

Yo Baby Doc, what's up with that?

Won't you please tell me whatcha gonna do next

From what I understand you don't stand a chance

Or better yet, why don't you check wid France

Going around calling yourself a leader

I tell you what you are...

You're just a dick...tator!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Haitian Frustration - Extended Mix

(Bernard)

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Haitian Frustration - Remix

(Bernard)

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Haitian Frustration - TV Mix

(Bernard)

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Agoye, Agoye

Agoye ma Pe rele Amoue!

Hands Up

(Ugbomah "Ranx")

Rude boy "Ho Hey!"

Skinhead "Hoy Hey!"

Rude Girl "Hoy Hey!"

Hands up, hands up

Happy Christmas

(Hingley)

Happy Christmas

It's a wonderful time of year

Well it's Christmas time, and it's starting to snow

It's warm inside, the lamps are down low

The kids are excited, their faces are a glow

And it's Christmas

All the faces are bright, the kids can all see

Their presents piled high under the christmas tree

Santa is coming, the spirit is free

And it's Christmas

Happy Christmas

It's a wonderful time of year

Happy Christmas baby

All the faces are bright, the kids can all see

Their presents piled high under the Christmas tree

Santa is coming, the spirit is free

And it's Christmas

Happy Christmas

It's a wonderful time of year

Happy Christmas

It's a wonderful time of year

Hard Man Fe Dead

(J. Campbell)

Ya pick him up, ya lick him down and he bounce right back!

What a hard man Fe dead!

Hard man Fe dead...

Ya pick him up, ya lick him down and he bounce right back!

What a hard man Fe dead!

Hard man Fe dead...

Well they say that a cat has 9 lives, well this man got 99 lives...

Ya pick him up, ya lick him down and he bounce right back!

What a hard man Fe dead!

Hard man Fe dead...

And boy walk by the track of the teeth...

Take all the fried fish they caught in the sea

Yes, they also got six quart of rum,

Settin' down and waiting for the night life to come

The last time I heard them say that this man was dead,

Man was dead...

They got a block of ice and they laid it on upon his head

Upon his head...

Now the procession makes to the cemetery

And the old man said don't you bury me!

Lick him up, ya pick him up and he bounce right back!

What a hard man Fe dead!

Hard man Fe dead...

Come in Sterling...

Get the band some shots

Did it good, musta been frightened enough

Well there boy walk by the track of the teeth...

And all the fried fish they caught in the sea

They also got six quarts of rum,

Settin' down and waiting for the night life to come

Last time I heard them say that this man was dead,

Man was dead...

They got a block of ice and they laid it on upon his head,

Upon his head...

Now the procession makes to the cemetery

The man hollered out, don't you bury me!

They drop the box of rum, what a whole lot of fun!

What a hard man fe dead!

Hard man fe dead...

Ya pick him up, ya lick him down he bounce right back!

What a hard man fe dead...

Hard man fe dead...

What a hard man fe dead...

Hard man fe dead...

Havana (This Gun For Hire)

(Hingley)

A man in Havana

Packs a big cigar

With his loaded banana

He keeps one step outside the law

He knows that lots of

Sends the third man to the wire

When the shooting stops,

This gun's for hire

Sometimes it's for the money

Often it's for the fun

The job can be so messy

Be he always get them done

He can zoom on a target

That's ready to expire

When it's murder 1,

This gun's for hire

Yea

There's a G-man in the city

Spinning some Russian roulet

He lives on easy

By playing hard to get

When the fog horn blows

And the air waves catch a fire

You'll have to know

This gun's for hire

Hmmmm yea

This gun's for hire...

History Book

(Hingley/Wright)

Here I stand on the deck of my ship on the Spanish Main

I've got a charter in my cabin, signed and sealed by the King of Spain

That his stardard be unfurled past the edge of the world

I dare not go back again

History will be kind and bear me in mind

I remember my name

History book

Let's take a look

At my history book

South Devon pirates buccanneers on the Panama coast

With a cargo of potatoes and Indian princes

But what they want the most

Is to fill that hold with spanish gold

And make proud their boast

That England will smile on their piracy while

They drink Elizabeth's toast

History book

Let's take a look

At my history book

Everyday I used to skip to school

With my history book in my book bag lord

Everyday I used to skip to school

With my history book in my book bag...

What a crashin whata smashin whata magnin ona you fo mine

Yeah yeah hay

What a crashin whata smashin whata magnin ona you fo mine

Arab trades fly their weapons on the Africa shore

And hapless victums bound in chains on the galleon floor

That their blood may be spilled in the land of Brazil

And they'll see their hopes forlorn

History will be cruel as it uses this tool

To shame the new world more

History book

Ah History book

Let's take a look

At my history book

My history book

History Book Version

(Hingley/Wright)

Here I stand on the deck of my ship on the Spanish main

I've got a charter in my cabin, signed and sealed by the King of Spain

That his stardard be unfurled past the edge of the world

I dare not go back again

History will be kind and bear me in mind

I remember my name

History book

Let's take a look

At my history book

South Devon pirates buccanneers on the Panama coast

With a cargo of potatoes and Indian princes

But what they want the most

Is to fill that hold with Spanish gold

And make proud their boast

That England will smile on their piracy while

They drink Elizabeth's toast

History book

Let's take a look

At my history book

As a little youth me used to walk to school

Wid me istory book in mi book bag lord

As a little youth me used to walk to school

Wid me istory book in mi book bag lord

Whata mashin whata crashin whata killin of anit I said mine

Said whata mashin whata crashin whata killin of anit I said mine

History book

So now we all gonna take a popal look

History book

And talk about the history you took

Let's take a look

About the part that has neva been told

At my history book

About the gold and the diamonds you stole

Arab trades fly their weapons on the Africa shore

And hapless victums bound in chains on the galleon floor

That their blood may be spilled in the land of Brazil

And they'll see their hopes forlorn

History will be cruel as it uses this tool

To shame the new world more

History book

So now your gonna talk this twist

History book

History teacher get dismissed

Let's take a look

Come talk your lies and your foolishness

At my history book

We want da truth and donna see your lies

My history book

History Of Ska

(Hingley/Wright)

1992 Live Version

Let's go!

You want some likkle flavorin'?

Come down I say Jah!

Listen up

They say great expectations come from tings dat start off small

So Ska was invented inna di dancehall

In a calico dress and a crystal ball

Di young ladies of the day

Would dance the night away

Wid di ruffess tuffess rude bwoy

From outta J.A.

Now do you 'ear what I say?

Dis is the 'istory of ska!

Listen mon

Said no (?) from the one King Stage

Chattin up the East Side by the 1, 2, 3

Prince Buster was there and we 'ave no fear

The Skatalites gave toast to a brand new bread

Dis is the 'istory of ska!

Well now there's something tested and we're recommendin'

From Kingston to London and here tonight

We are a 2Tone Army with one intention

To let the black people them know they must unite

No matter fuss no fight

Dis is the 'istory of ska!

We got that 2Tone flavor

Dis is the 'istory of ska!

We got 2Tone flave...

Dis is the 'istory of ska!

Ah rude boy and ah skinhead

Come a Toasters dance from the ghetto to bed

When you skank bubble up yo head

Pablo D and the words that I said were...

Dis is the 'istory of ska!

Listen mon...

Go from the top Rob...

They say great expectations come from tings dat start off small

So Ska was invented inna di dancehall

In a calico dress and a crystal ball

Di young ladies of the day

Would dance the night away

Wid di ruffess tuffess rude bwoy

From outta J.A.

Now did you hear what I say?

Dis is the 'istory of ska!

Dis is the 'istory of...

1993 Live Version

This is the history, of this music called ska!

Now this music, it comes from Jamaica

Which is a likkle island, in the carribean

Now we exportin' a whole lot of ganja

But most of all, we exportin' the ska

Now great expectations come from tings dat start off small

So Ska was invented inna di dancehall

In a calico dress and a crystal ball

Di young ladies of the day

Would dance the night away

Wid di ruffess tuffess rude bwoy

From outta J.A.

Come out of Kingston today

Come out of Montego Bay

Rude boys and skinheads, skanking as one

Ain't no fussin, ain't no fight

Quick as a ratchet click, here's comes the one Kingston

Chattin' up the East Side by the 1, 2, 3

Prince Buster was there, without no fear

The Skatalites became the toast of a brand new bread

Say (?) some seed

Say probably roughneck bread

They used to burn collie weed

This is the history of ska!

Black on White, White on Black

2Tone united the woman, no shirt in back

Just keep on bubblin' 'round the track

So blow Mr. Trumpet blow!

Well now there's something tested and we're recommendin'

From Kingston to London and here tonight

We are a 2Tone Army with one intention

To let the black and white know they must unite

Are ya black? Or if you are white

Let's get together, let us all unite

It exploding like dynamite!

This is the history of ska!

2Tone skankin' till the mornin'

Rusty moon stompin'

Big up your chest ah!