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Secret Agent Man
(Johnny Rivers)
There's a man who lives a life of danger,
For everyone he meets, he stays a stranger
With every move he makes, a bigger chance he takes,
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow
Secret a-a-agent man,
Secret a-a-agent man,
They're giving you a number,
And they take away your name...
Beware of those pretty faces you find,
Cause a pretty face can hide an evil mind!
Be careful what you say, cause you could give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow!
Secret a-a-agent man,
Secret a-a-agent man,
They're giving you a number
And they take away your name...
Secret a-a-agent man,
Secret a-a-agent man,
They're giving you a number
And they take away your name
Chillin' on the Riviera one day,
Lying on da Bombay at da next day...
Don't let the whole world slip, while kissin' persuasive lips
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man,
Secret agent man,
they're giving you a number
and they take away your name!
Shebeen
(Hingley / Wright)
There used to be a shebeen
Next to the laundry mat where I used to live
In London town, in London town
If you know what I mean
And there was an old man
Who used to bring up the sounds
And he kept those beats, he kept those beats
From when Prince Buster was around
And he said...
Lemme hear it...
Pick up and dance
Come on rude boy do some drop legs with me
If you can if you can
Take up a chance
We can do it now, man to man
There used to be a shebeen
Next to the laundry mat where I used to live
In London town, in London town
If you know what I mean
And there was an old man
Who used to pick up the sounds
He kept those beats, he kept those beats
From when Prince Buster was around
And he said...
He said...
[Pablo's] Shebeen
(Hingley / Wright)
There used to be a shebeen
Next to the laundry mat where I used to live
In London town, in London town
If you know what I mean
And there was an old man
Who used to bring up the sounds
And he kept those beats, he kept those beats
From when Prince Buster was around
Well now this old man Georgie
Was well respected in the days of old
And when Prince Buster would play
He'd skank old night and leave the London cold
Now with the Vespa's outside
And with a rude girl I was rocking steady, steadily steadily
And we would skank to the morning
Cause that's the way we do in the London city
So I say, if you can
Come on and get up and skank
If your a rude boy do some drop legs with me
If you can, if you can
It's quite easy, just pump your feet and do it cool and deadly!
There used to be a shebeen
Beside the laundry mat where I used to live
In London town
And on a Saturday night
Old man Georgie would string up the sound
Yes he would, yes he would
And I said, just for a pound a
Said you could get in and drop legs all night, all night, all night
And if there wasn't a fight, then everyone would be feeling alright
So I say if you can
Come on and get up and skank
If your a rude boy do some drop legs with me
If you can if you can
It's quite easy
Just pump your feet and keep it cool and deadly
If you can if you can...
Shocker! (1985 version)
(Hingley)
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
The pound in your pocket
Has turned into a penny
It's a shocker shocker
Whoa oh oh oh
Shocker shocker
Whoa oh oh oh
Well here's another bucka
I just couldn't stop her
Here's my number on the telephone
Call me up if you want to take her home
Arrested by the copers
I'm depressed about my life
I haven't got a hobby
Washed away with a belly full of beer
It's a shocking thing
Electric shocker!
I was so shocked I didn't know what to say
Shockshockshockshockshockshock
Oh whoa a o
Shocker!
(Hingley)
Mr. Brew says she is a winner
And I should take her home tonight
But it's a sad story in the morning
Sorry boys it's a horrible sight
It's a shocker! shocker! shocker! shocker shocker!
Well there's a crack in my head
That hurts like crazy
It's bigger than the Panama Canal
Rubbing up against her was really quite amazing
The conversation was quite benile
It's a shocker! shocker! shocker! shocker shocker!
It's early in the morning the landlord's calling
He's on the phone and he wants his rent
Your girlfriend's here and she wants some money
The bills are gone, the cash is spent
It's a shocker! shocker! shocker! shocker shocker!
Now here's another bucka I just could stop her
What's the number on your telephone
I really think my language starts to get improper
So why don't you take me home
It's a shocker! shocker! shocker! shocker shocker!
Break da noise, big stylee
Start it, this is it?
Shocker!
Shock...
Shocker...
Shock, shock, shock...
Shocker...
Shock, shock, shock...
Shocker! shocker! shocker! shocker shocker!
Well doing crimes is never very funny
Alfie got arrested just this afternoon
I ain't got a job, I ain't got too much money
I guess it's my time pretty soon
It's a shocker! shocker! shocker! shocker shocker!
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!
Huh!
Sitting On Top Of The World
(Hingley)
Some people count success in monies and pearls
Some people spend it on fast cars and girls
We are sitting, sitting on top of the world
I've got a little bit of time
Come on and help me spend it somehow
My girl's happy, she's got a 9-5
Come on baby, more dead than alive
We are sitting, sitting on top of the world
I've got a little bit of money
Come and help me spend it somehow
Pay now and later you will be fine
That's what the good books say
I'm going out to have a good time
While you wait for your rainy day
Rain on me baby!
Rain on me...
I pray it's always rain!
I never asked you to change your ways
Just understand the things that I do
I've been thinking that one of these days
You can come and sit here too
Don't need no money
Don't need a fast car
You can be happy wherever you are
And you're sitting, sitting on top of the world
I've got a little bit of love
Come and help me share it somehow
Reggae!
Don't need no money
Don't need a fast car
You can be happy wherever you are
When you're sitting, sitting on top of the world
I've got a little bit of time
Come on and help me waste it somehow
I've got a little bit of money
Come and help me spend it somehow
A wayo!
Sitting On Top Of The World (Remix)
(Hingley)
Some people count success in monies and pearls
Some people spend it on fast cars and girls
We are sitting, sitting on top of the world
I've got a little bit of time
Come on and help me spend it somehow
My girl's happy, she's got a 9-5
Come on baby, more dead than alive
We are sitting, sitting on top of the world
I've got a little bit of money
Come and help me spend it somehow
Pay now and later you will be fine
That's what the good books say
I'm going out to have a good time
While you wait for your rainy day
Rain on me baby!
Rain on me...
I pray it's always rain!
I never asked you to change your ways
Just understand the things that I do
I've been thinking that one of these days
You can come and sit here too
Don't need no money
Don't need a fast car
You can be happy wherever you are
And you're sitting, sitting on top of the world
I've got a little bit of love
Come and help me share it somehow
Reggae!
Don't need no money
Don't need a fast car
You can be happy wherever you are
When you're sitting, sitting on top of the world
I've got a little bit of time
Come on and help me waste it somehow
I've got a little bit of money
Come and help me spend it somehow
A wayo!
Skafinger
(J. KING, P. JONES, CUNNINGHAM, CAULEY, CALDWELL, ALEXANDER [The Barkays] / Lindo)
Ska!
Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda get'em ska!
Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda like dat!
Ska
Ska
Ska
Finger
Finger
Finger
Ska
Jump!
Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda get'em ska!
Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda like dat!
Finger, skafinger, skafinger
Huh!
Finger, finger, skafinger
Finger, skafinger
Skafinger, skafinger, skafinger
Ska!
Ska!
Ska!
Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda get'em ska!
Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda like dat!
Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda get'em ska!
Ska...
Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda come down!
We bofa mash it and we both dem again, so!
We bofa mash it and we move dem again, like dat!
We bofa twist it and we run dim around, so!
Ska Killers
(Hingley)
It's the music of Jamaica
And I don't mean Jamaica Queens
And I heard it on an airwave
Coming up from New Orleans
Put a pistol in your pocket
Get up from your seat
I'll show you a step to pick up your rep
When you're dancing in the street
Ska killers, Toasters U.S.A.!
Some people call us trouble
Some people call us tough
Some people call us nasty names
But their girlfriends call us up
Cause they want to know the answer
To all the bad things that we do
A piece of lead up side your head
Is all we've got for you
Ska killers, Toasters U.S.A.!
So I heard it out in Brooklyn
And I heard it out in Queens
I heard it on the radio
On the road from New Orleans
So if you like to dance on weekends
Put a rachet on that beat
I'll show you a step to enhance your rep
If you're down on Orange Street
Ska killers, Toasters U.S.A.!
U.S.A.
U.S.A.
U.S.A.
Skaternity
(Reiter / McCain)
Huh huh huh hey, huh hey
Chickit chickit chickit hey!
Huh huh huh hey, huh hey
Chickit chickit chickit hey!
Huh huh...
Check your time and check it everyday
We move into the future times, no mater what you say, hey hey hey
Ten long years is quite a price to pay
What we bring is good to you, to ska your future day, hey hey hey
Skaternity...
Now it's time to kick it into gear
We make the best of our time, no one else can interfere, here here here
(background singing?)
We now say to get your groove today
The upbeat swing that makes you sway, to ska your future day, hey hey hey
Skaternity...
Skaternity...
(something...)
Skinhead Stan, Secret Agent Man
(W.D.S.A.)
There's a man who's fit of anger,
A super killer-spy and skinheadbanger
And every job he takes,
Another skull he breaks
Odds are you won't live to see his hair grow
"Cuz he's Skinhead Stan
Secret Agent Man
They're giving him a six-pack
And he's playing in their game
You'll never find him carrying a gun
His ways of killing he finds much more fun
Don't expect him to be kind
If he gets you from behind
Odds are you won't live to see his hair grow
Well he's on the job
When he's on the case
You'll find his knob
In some girl's face
He's out of luck and into danger
Looks like he fucked a deadly stranger
His enemies are wise, but he is wiser
Got a bomb looks like a can of Budweiser
Oh no, you opened the wrong beer
A put it right up to your ear
Odds are you won't never have no hair now
Wake up Skinhead Stan,
Secret Agent Man
They've given you a six-pack,
But there isn't any beer
Sleigh Ride
(Lloyd Glenn)
Social Security (1985 Version)
(Hingley)
Social Security
(Hingley)
Yeah ah yeah ah yeah...
Yeah ah yeah........
My girlfriend says she's leaving cause I haven't got a job
Got nothing for christmas she said she's feeling rough
She said I got no prospects, nothing that will last, no
I'm feeling pretty fragile, my heart is made of glass
Social security........wo oh
Social security........
I go looking for trouble hanging out in bars
I end up seeing double, double, smashing up my car
It's not long 'fore friends are gone, I'm hanging in the street
Up is down and down is up, my circle is complete
Social security........
Social...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah...
Less the education, no examinations passed
Wasted my school days smoking reefer in the van
Got no diplomas in your history or math
I'll end up with no future just learning about your past
Social security........yeah
Social...
Social security........yeah
Social....oh.....
Social Security (Dog Eat Dog Version)
(Hingley)
Yeah ah yeah ah yeah...
Yeah ah yeah ah yeah........
Yeah ah yeah ah yeah...
Yeah ah yeah ah yeah........
My girlfriend says she's leaving cause I never got a job
Got nothing for christmas she said she's feeling rough
Sez I got no prospects, nothing that will last
Feeling pretty fragile, my heart is made of glass
Social security........
Social security........
Get myself in trouble hanging out in bars
Drink my whiskey double, then smashing up my car
Not long 'fore friends are gone I'm hanging in the street
System overloaded-program incomplete
Social security........
Social security........
Got no education, no examinations passed
Got no diplomas in history or maths
Wasted all my school days smoking reefer in the grass
Thrown away my future cause I messed up all my past
Social security........
Social security........
So Long Buck
(Hingley / Toasters)
Yo Buckwheat!
We only have one thing to say to you
How are you doing tonight!
Yeah, how are you doing today?
In a minute we're going to bring out Alfie Evanger!
Who performs the blue bird of happiness
Followed by her top ten hit
I've got a hose pipe! I've got a hose pipe!
What should I do with it?
Hello mom and dad, I home you're very comfy
And all the folks, I've been catching your names...
That man is a rip off!
So long Buck....
Yeah, beat it you creep
Souled Out
(Hingley)
1, 2, 3...
People say that I'm getting older
New wave looking over my shoulder
Cut that hair boy, don't let it grow
Listen to those prophets, they go...
Well they've been souled out.....souled out!
Well they've been souled out.....souled out!
Well they've been souled out...
Big business breaks in the dark
Selling disco boys
We'll make some money from the the gun that you swallowed
We'll be....
Well they've been souled out.....souled out!
Well they've been souled out.....souled out!
Well they've been souled out...(g, g minor, c, c minor)
People say that I'm getting older
New wave looking over my shoulder
Cut that hair boy, don't let it grow
Listen to those prophets go, they go...
Soviet Sky
(Rose)
Speak Your Mind
(Hingley / Rice)
Ladies and gentlemen, Laurel Aitken!
Speak your mind,
Little brother, speak your mind
Yeah yeah
It's how you leave your trouble behind
All behind
You'll always feel best,
When you get it off your chest
Speak your mind,
little brother, speak your mind
Some people try to be conceited,
Ohh yeah
They say they're better than the whole human race
Yeah yeah
But these people are very soon defeated
Yes they are....
When you start to wipe your finger in their face...
Speak your mind,
Little brother, speak your mind
It's how you leave Your troubles behind!
All behind...
You'll always feel best,
When you get it off your chest
Speak your mind,
Little brother, speak your mind
Give it up for Lester...
Yeah, speak your mind....
Oh yeah, oh ah, just speak your mind....
Spooky Graveyard
(Hingley / Lindo / Barry)
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you wanna be
'Cos is all ends in the yard
That's where they're dying, it's the place to be
You can't take it when you're gone
You can't take it past the walls of sleep
Better you pass it on
Money is the rich man's misery
Spend a lifetime accumulating wealth
But dem couldn't carry dat when dem skin starts ta melt
Family ball, family cry, family fight over wealth
Dem a send da family off en when dem past oooh
Da couldn't take dat past da pearly gates
Dem couldn't carry dat da past the fires of hell
Family tell, family love, family cry and some dem tell
But ah when dem see it most af in jail
Da wickedest t'ing me eva see
A dumb be fighten over in every town see
Da wickedest t'ing me eva see
Two dumb people fighten over in every town
When me talk, who forget, who for take, and who for carry
Dem can't carry down so dem weath are fe tarry
Family broken, family fight, family ball over wealth
When dem lookin at the eyes of the devil they'll tell...
The Stage
(Jerome Constantine Ballin [AKA Ronnie Davis])
Eyes to the world on the stage, hahah
Jah knows
All goodness people come play da part
Wickedest t'ing we say mon
Hey, ya know...
Come in!
This whole world is a stage
And everyone is their part
Me tellem da truth from de start
This whole world is a stage
And everyone is their part
Some tings we don't know but we're smart
Even the children play their part
Well!
Right now I am playing my part
Singing and dancing for you too join in
With me, come on, with me...
We're singing a trifle song!
The stage is big
And we all know
It is divided into sea and land
Sea and land, sea and land
One world!
You wanna ride, a come on...
Sea and land
Me tell dem again
Pon de case again
People in da ghetto just open up your eye
Please be conscious right from the start
Now in da ghettoness no back stab
No one hand business and no foolish rub
We gotta stand up in da ghetto
Want no trouble as a one
Each and everyone in a conscious one
This whole world is a stage
And everyone is their part
Me beg the people open up dem heart
This whole world is a stage
And everyone is their part
We tell dem the truth from the start
Even the children play their part
Right now I am playing my part
Singing and dancing for you too join in
Chicka boom
Play a part
Do you wanna ride
A peace and love
Goodness people
Righteousness
Sweet Cherie
(Faulkner)
Since I first saw you darling
I knew I'd wanna be your man
But girl I never told you
Couldn't make you understand
My sweet Cherie
You just won't let me be
My sweet Cherie
You got to set me free
Oh my darling sweet Cherie
You're not talking to no lightweight
A pretty face don't turn my head
But you been listening all night
And never heard a word I said
My sweet Cherie
You just won't set me free
My sweet Cherie
You just can't let me be
Oh my darling sweet Cherie
Blow me that saxophone Sterling...
Now I used to hide my feelings
Keep them bottled up inside
But with you I'm not pretending
I've got nothing left to hide
My sweet Cherie
You just can't let me be
My sweet Cherie
You gotta set me free
Oh my darling sweet Cherie
ha ha ha ha ha
Sweet Home Town Jamaica
(Edward King, Gary Rossington, Ronnie Zant [Lynard Skynyrd] / Lindo)
It's all about the likkle island in Jamaica
"Sweet Home Town Jamaica" done over in a Toasters stylee
Oh yea
Now now
Hell yea
Sweet home town Jamaica
Where dem skies are blue
Sweet home town Jamaica
Lord I'm coming home to you
So when my soul was busy searchin'
Travelin' the world around that's true
See many different smilin' faces
Some beautiful countries too
But no matter where and what I been to
It all lead right back to you
For somtin' forcefully be drawin' us home
Sweet Jamaica all about you
So mi bredren what we gonna do
Sweet home town Jamaica
Where dem skies are blue
Sweet home town Jamaica
Lord I'm coming home to you
A little lady on the corner
She sellin' fruits and veggie too
You can tell she ain't got no money
But she find a way to do what she do
Ghetto livin' some hard times
Jah will ever lead us on our way
But somehow somewhere there's got to be a better way
We lookin' forward to that day
So bredren whatcha say
Sweet home town Jamaica
Where dem skies are blue
Sweet home town Jamaica
Lord I'm coming home to you
And then we tell dem said!
Goin' down Jamaica where di good ganja grow
Jamaica people dem a love dat so
People come from east, west, north and south
Big up a weed an run off di mouth
Some a dem a-angry some a-bawl some a-cry
Want a good weed fe a-burn inna I
Gonna tell dem de truth no a-tell dem a lie a lie
When each and every youth gonna give dem up alive
Sweet home town Jamaica
Where dem skies are blue
Sweet home town Jamaica
Lord I'm coming home to you
Hey Richey give me some...
Oh yea
Now now
Sweet home town Jamaica
Where dem skies are blue
Sweet home town Jamaica
Lord I'm coming home to you
Hey Bucket take me home