A

ABC's

(Bernard/Dinsmore)

Bup bup bup blhu!

Inna de 'A' - Is for alcohol

Boom up the 'B' - Is for the booze ya know

I man can 'C' - Is for cocaine

Do en fe 'D' - And dope a running in your veins

Ease up da 'E' - That is for E-balls

Flip up the 'F' - Your future's written on the wall

Gang bang the 'G' - That is for greed

Do in de 'H' - There is no hope, a dangerous deed

And 'I'... An intravenous injection

Jazz up the 'J' - C'mon man, just try one

No more KKK - On the corner you'll find crack

Lionel fe 'L' - Stop fessin' about the drugs you lack

Mash up the 'M' - 'M' is for you mind...

Nuh nuh nuh 'N' ! - You need narcotics just to unwind

Oh, oh, pon a 'O' - You could get an overdose

Give I a 'P' - The price you pay for cuttin' it close

Homeboy...

What's up with 'S' - It's a constant search for drugs

Tease up da 'T' - And then you got beat up by thugs

You and 'U' - Is united we stand

Valdate de V - I got some valium in my hand

Dup up 'W' - Is for woe is me

What's up wid 'X' - I also tried some ecstasy

Mister Lionel fe and a 'Y' - The choice you make is yes or no

Zozo fe 'Z' - So don't be a zero

ABC, abc...

ABC's (Unity 2 Version)

(Bernard/Dinsmore)

Bup bup bup blhu!

Inna de 'A' - Is for alcohol

Boom up the 'B' - That's for the booze ya know

I man canna see - That is for cocaine

Some say you might O.D. - And dope a running in your veins

Just like Belushi - That is for E-balls

Flip - flop the 'F' - Your future's written on the walls

Gang bang the 'G' - That is for greed

Shooting the ''H' - A very stupid, dangerous deed

Come me say 'I', 'I', 'I'... An intravenous injection

Jazz up the 'J' - C'mon jazzy, just try one

No more KKK - You're just another kook on crack

Lionel the 'L' - Stop fessin' 'cause it's drugs you lack

Mash up the 'M' - 'M' is for you mind...

Nuh nuh nuh 'N'! - You need narcotics just to unwind

Come me say oh, oh, pon a 'O' - You will get an overdose

Give I a 'P' - The price you pay for cuttin' it close

Homeboy...

What's up with 'S' - Now it's a constant search for drugs

Sister Trish fe 'T' - And then you got beat up by thugs

You and 'U' - United we stand

Do we need MTV - I got some valium in my hand

Dup up 'W' - Is for woe is me

Where is Malcolm X - I also tried some ecstasy

Mister Lionel fe you ask why - The choice you make is yes or no

Zozo always fe 'Z' - So don't be a zero

You know...

These are the A B C's...

Ain't Nuthin'

(Ranx/Toasters)

Music con dis I play pon de sound whey lead de way

Each and every night and every day rudebwoy

Yea yea yea

Ting called ain't nothin' gonna to stop us no way

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah no way

Hear me!

Toasters been playing ska music from back in the days

Yo though the line up gone through many a change

Those who've gone have gone away

But those are here are here to stay

I wish dem good luck on aw pon dem journey

But back to the matter and the order of the day

Ska's bustin' like fever while its spreading like plague

It make's you feel nice in a whole heap a ways

And nona of us listen when da critics want say becon

Noooww Noooww yea

Noooww Listen...

Now we're driving in de snow on our way to a show

I woke to see the van was out of control

Mass hysteria and a lot of drama

It seem like de Toasters have lost their future

But!

Thanks to the blessing from the father up ahead

He heard every scream and every word that we said

So he guided up to safety so we weathered the storm

That's why we're here tonight to kick rumpus pus pon de lawn

Noooww Noooww yea

Noooww Noooww eh

Everybody has a band which they rate as the best

Regardless of the music you can't dispute this

But some people miss the concept of two tone music

Its out to unite the massive not divide the races

But still some act childish and take no notice

Start fights, dis girls, and throw dem punches

You better check yourself before you step to dis

You better ask somebody I ain't no counterfeit

I said...

Noooww ah Noooww ah noooww ah

Noooww noooww ah Noooww

B

B27

(Storkman)

(Instrumental)

Barney

(Lindo / Toasters)

Now this one's about the wickedest Roadie of them all

The wickedest Roadie called Barney of the England town

Barney Rubble Mon!

What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?

Oh mister Barney dedicated went don da England

Drivin' for de bus round Europe land

He drive around da band from da USA

But mister Barney no joke mister Barney no play

Barney no ghetto mister Barney no afraid

Him sell de merchandise when he must get paid

At the end of the night Barney want get laid

And when da book a en guiay a girl inda shade

What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?

Oh mister Barney de crazy on the saxson

Say whatch you want and afraid of no one

One ting you must know and understand

For a case a mon a carry and right from da land

Some of them lined up to play with his beard

Some of them steal from him cause I'm afraid

But Barney work and only have one request

"Water with bubbles, steak and chips"

What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?

The reggae trumpet!

What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?

Lawd

Barney dedicated went don da England

Drivin for de bus a round this here land

Drive around da band from da USA

But mister Barney no joke and Barney no play

Barney no gangster mister Barney no afraid

Sell de merchandise and he must get paid

Barney when da sicka anda easy in da shade

Barney Rubble geta girl and Barney want get laid

What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?

Oh behave, uhahah yea! (Sample)

Barney (Enemy Of The System)

(Lindo/Toasters)

Now this one's dedicated to the wickedest Roadie round the world as I would say

The wickedest Roadie round the world a we called him Barney

Lawd!

Now Barney man pick up the stage is like lose you life your child you pass as a psycho

An everytime Barney we're in your place you take care our troubles and worries

Word up front to the people I would say

So Barney I feel dedicate this to you from the Toasters straight up and forwad

Watch dat!

Massive!

Watch the ride!

What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?

Lawd...

Oh mister Barney dedicated went don da England

Drivin for de bus round Europe land

Drive around da band from da USA

Well then Barney no joke mister Barney no play

Barney no ghetto mister Barney no fear

Him sell de merchandise when he must get paid

At the end of the night this a want get laid

And when da book a en guiay a girl inda shade, so...

What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?

Lawd...

Oh mister Barney the bearded one from England

Say whatch you want and afraid of no one

One ting you must know and understand

For a case a mon a carry and right from England

Some of them lined up to play with his beard

Sell da merchandise and he must get paid

At the end of the night Barney have but one request

"Water with bubbles, steak and chips"

What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?

Lawd!

You put a deal, oh man fo real

Barney have you put dem in big lan

Or one would say, you put on de love you put on dem cry

Tonight the night Barney them poke in de eye

Oh gets some bwoy, oh gets some girl

Big kiss and dem think you the world

Barney don missa em and Barney don fear

Well checkin out merchandise over there

What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?

Hahahahaha!

The Beat

(Hingley)

I've never seen a girl like you in this place before

Walked up to me and tore a little piece from my heart

I cried for hours when I saw you go into the back room

I felt as if my world was falling apart

My friends said, "See you later"

Well it isn't that they hate her

Wait a minute, wait a minute for me!

There's a bar in Monte Carla, with crystal blinds and velvet seats

They give you good measure, and just for good measure I bought her a few

But she didn't want my money nor my invitations, I was a fool

She lifted my spirits and she lifted my wallet too...then she left

My friends said, "See you later"

Well it isn't that they hate her

Wait a minute, wait a minute for me!

Arriba!

Aie yie yie yi!

I lie awake at night with a vision of you burnin' in my brain

Rain on my window and the flashin' of a neon light

And I think to myself, I will never ever see you again

My friends will say that it will probably serve me right

My friends said, "See you later"

Well it isn't that they hate her

Wait a minute, wait a minute for me!

Cheeta!

Big Red

(Reiter)

Big red, mean and nasty!

One, two, one two heyit!

Blue Christmas

(Billy Hayes, Jay W. Johnson)

I'll have a blue christmas with out you

Decorations are red on the blue christmas tree

It don't mean a thing baby, if you're not here with me

When those blue snowflakes start falling

It's when those blue memories start calling

You'll be doing alright with your christmas of white

But I'll have a blue blue christmas

Pick it up and skank it baby

When those blue snowflakes start falling

It's when those blue memories start calling

You'll be doing alright with your christmas of white

But I'll have a blue blue christmas

Baby

You'll be doing alright with your christmas of white

But I'll have a blue blue christmas

Baby

But I'll have a blue blue christmas

Yeah yea, oh

Brixton Beat

(Hingley)

Out for some fun on a Saturday night

Had to dogde into door ways to keep out of fights

Catch sight of Frazzled Frida a tired old tart

I heard she gives it free on Sundays a couple of hours before she starts

One eye on the coppers, an eye out on the street

Come on boys let's do some Brixton Beat!

In a beat up Mini Minor on Saturday nights

Stear clear of pubs when you get into fights

Say hello to Tired Frida a frazzled old tart

She gives it free on Sundays an hour before she starts

Big fat coppers hang out upon the street

Come on boys do the Brixton Beat!

Up in the morning and the dreadocks straight

Out on the street its a theatre of hate

He's born in a land that he calls his own

But they call him "Aiy black boy, black boy go home"

Knockin him down standing moving his feet

National Front, the Brixton Beat

Well they pick you off for sus or nothin at all

Tell racists jokes to make you feel small

And if they don't like ya, they take you away

Never even listen to a word you got to say

Burning police cars down on the street

Come on boys do the Brixton Beat

Well they take you off to jail put up into the dark

Send you off for a short sharp shock

The devil makes work for idle hands

Yo fat old man do you understand?

Burning police cars down on the street

Come on boys do the Brixton Beat

Brixton Beat! Ahhh

Brixton Beat (Brixton)

Brixton Beat

Burning police cars down on the street

Come on boys do the Brixton Beat

Bye Bye Baby

(Hingley)

Bye Bye Baby, Baby Bye Bye

You can't keep me no matter how you try

Bye Bye Baby, Baby Bye Bye

You always claimed to be a winner

You said you'd take that golden crown

But you turned out to be a sinner

And all that fancy talk has fallen down

Bye Bye Baby, Baby Bye Bye

You can't keep me no matter how you try

Bye Bye Baby, Baby Bye Bye

You can't keep me no matter how you try

Bye Bye Baby, Baby Bye Bye

You said you made the wrong decision

Complaining 'bout the deals gone bad

You put yourself in that position

Forgot about the good times that you had

Bye Bye Baby, Baby Bye Bye

You can't keep me no matter how you try

Bye Bye Baby, Baby Bye Bye

C

Calling All The Rude Boys

(Hingley)

Oi, Neral, that got....

Neral, that got completely broken....

There's other people here too...

Here's one for all you rude boys in New York

Taken three years but at least we know you're there now

A couple of dem there...

Uh!

I've been looking far and wide

Looking for the place that the rude boys hide

Downtown dudes they wanna fight

I can't see them, I must be blind

Why can't I find?

Where do they hide?

Calling all the rude boys, huh!

You can't tell where the rude boys go

You can't tell me who will know

I asked Anne Sally with my....in check, She said, "... and a Pork Pie hat"

Why can't I find?

Where do they hide?

Calling all the rude boys, 1 - 2!

Where are all those rude boys?

Show me all those rude boys

Why can't I find?

Where do they hide?

Calling all the rude boys, uh!

They're not in the place they're supposed to be

They're not at work in the factory

They're not at school

They're not in the club

They're not at prison

They're not in the pub

Show me where's that rude boy

"Are you one?"

"Where is that rude boy?"

"Anybody?"

That's where I'll find

Where do they hide?

Calling all the rude boys

As I'm walking down the street

My heels they step .... beat

All the rude boys in the land mashin' to the rhythm of a huge ska band!

That's where I'll find

That they don't hide

Calling all the rude boys

Rude boys, rude boys

Calling all the rude boys

Rude boys, rude boys

Calling all the rude boys, and girls!

Can I Get Another

(O'Sullivan)

Can I get another gin?

I gotta alter this state I'm in

Fill my life with liquid sin

Can I get another gin?

Can I get another pint please?

Put my mind at temporary ease

Hang my belly down beneath my knees

Can I get another pint?

Life is such a wild ride

Head first down the infinite slide

Over the cliff with my eyes open wide

Smashed across the rocks with the tides

Can I get another vodka?

I gotta find a plane that's higher

Give me the stuff that puts me under

Could it be another vodka?

I wanna give this to Sledge...

Too long I've been in this cage

Under my smile burning with rage

Things are kinda gettin hard to gauge

With all the words running off the edge of the page

Can I get another gin?

I gotta alter this state I'm in

Fill my life with liquid sin

Can I get another gin?

Whoooo!

Can I get another gin!

hahahahhha....

Choose

(Hingley)

You get a burned once, the fire is hot

And give us a lecture, this is what I got

An open door, or a closed mind

I got to leave one of them behind

Don't make me choose

You don't want to loose my love

Don't make me choose

When you ask me to decide

A reflection in a golden eye

But this one thing I can not hide

I couldn't stop now if I tried

Don't make me choose

If you don't want to loose my love

Don't make me choose

Oh yea

I hear a voice coming down the line

Telling me to make it sure it's not the time

To get on up or get on out, yea

But there can't be any doubt

Don't make me choose

If you don't want to loose my love

Don't make me choose

Yea

If you don't want to loose my love

Don't make me choose

Don't yeah!

Christmas Time Again

(Lindo)

Oooh it's Christmas time again

Said everyone feelin' irie

Christmas time

Said everyone feelin' jolly

Christmas time

A ghetto people get irie

Christmas time

And we want some golly

Christmas time

Sometimes you might feel a bit down

Not enough to go around

Pick up yourself don't you feel so down

Santa's coming in your town

And if you have a little bit some spread it around

It helps so true

Then all the good you do today

Let it live after you

Said everyone feelin' irie

Christmas time

Said ghetto people get jolly

Christmas time

Said everybody feelin' merry

Christmas time

Said ghetto make dem irie

Christmas time

Children sittin by the fire place

Faces all a glow

Tellin' stories and everyone

Santa is the star of the show

If you have a little bit spread it around

With love so true

Then all the good you do today

Let it live after you

Said everyone feelin' irie

Christmas time

Said ghetto people get merry

Christmas time

Said everybody feelin' jolly

Christmas time

Said everybody dem irie

Christmas time

But if you have a little bit spread it around

With love so true

Then all the good you do today

Truly live after you

Said everyone feelin' irie

Christmas time

Said ghetto people get jolly

Christmas time

Said everybody feelin merry

Christmas time

Ghetto people dem irie

Christmas time

Oooh it's Christmas time again

Chuck Berry

(Hingley)

Forty years ago there was a Jumpin' Jazz Jamaica scene

They could hear these tunes drifting down from New Orleans

They put the two together in a thing they called Ska

And sent it off to England in the back of Laurel Aiken's car

It was 1964 and the rhythm just wouldn't stop,

People banging on the door to hear "My boy Lollipop"

Then the 70's came and with it the 2 Tone scene...

People shakin' their heads at the rudies on the record machine

Now the 90's are here with the new bands bringin' it to you

Skins and rudies and even some punk rock, too!

But the boys are still playing and the music is coming out live!

Down at your jukebox, dancing on a Saturday night!

In their eyes where does Chuck Berry fit?

Well he influences the Ska, that's the long and the short of it

He played his guitar and they heard it on the radio

And the rest is history, just as everybody knows...

Forty years ago there was a Jumpin' Jazz Jamaica scene

You can check them rudies dancing at the record machine

The style is timeless, with Fred Perry and Doc Marten boots...

You can keep dancing, just as long as you remember your roots

You can keep rocking, just as long as you remember your roots

You can keep dancing, just as long as you remember your roots

Coca Cola Jingle

(Hingley)

It's that time of year, the friends are here, what's it gonna be?

Always Coca Cola

It's the way you feel, gotta keep it real, only way to go

Always Coca Cola

Coca Cola Classic

It's all about, when your hanging out, and having fun

Always Coca Cola!

It's the way you feel, gotta keep it real, only way to go

Always Coca Cola

Coca Cola Classic

Always Coca Cola

Coca Cola Classic

Cool Jerk Version

(A Capitols Cover/Lindo)

What dem girls they really want

Heh ha

The girl that wants the cool jerk

Not alone not a word

Conversation thata talkin real low

She wants a mon that works the body just slow

The champaigne and the bubbly pour it slow

And the girl in the place you know she have the lovin glow well

You want to take a trip she bother no

She wants to go to Spain, she bother no just

A liquid smirk, she wants the cool jerk

She wants a mon to work the body and steady and perk

The girls want it morning noon and night

Afternoon take a flight on a trip around the moon

Who Ahh shit brutha!

Whahaha

What the girl wants, she want the cool jerk

Rub it on, nice and slow

Rub it down, nice and slow

They get the girls that want the cool jerk

The rude girls that want the cool jerk

Sweet girl that want the cool jerk

They get the girls that love the cool jerk

Get the girls that want the cool jerk

Oh dun wanta work

An your don cant work

Not alone not a word

Not alone not a word

D

Daddy Cry

(Hingley/Malles)

A small boy waits in the darkening room

Peering out into the gathering gloom

Nose pressed up against the pane

Staring out at the driving rain

He's five years old, his father's gone

Has he been bad? Done something wrong?

He doesn't like it on his own

When is his daddy coming home?

And who will tuck me in tonight

Rub my head turn out the light

If you listen to the wind outside

You just might hear your daddy cry

Just might hear your daddy cry

Daddy's gone away from me

Sailing out on the Seven Seas

The whole world is his port of call

His box of postcards says it all

And on the radio, I could be wrong

I thought they played his favorite song

Hold on son it won't be long

Where is that message coming from

And who will tuck you in tonight

Rub your head turn out the light

If you listen to the wind outside

You just might hear your daddy cry

Just might hear your daddy cry

Daddy cry

You just might hear your daddy cry

And who will tuck me in tonight

Rub my head turn out the light

If you listen to the wind outside

You just might hear your daddy cry

Just might hear your daddy cry

Daddy cry

You just might hear your daddy cry

Daddy cry

You just might hear your daddy cry

Daddy cry

You just might hear your daddy cry

Dancin'

(Ugbomah "Ranx"/Toasters)

Wha cha dem tink say dat we come soft and we cyann't come

In soft we come in ruff and ting, and we dedicate style to

All massive and all crew, just gwan big up you chest

All rudebwoy and all rudegirl hear we

Che che che dancin pon che dance floor

Awe we dancin pon che dance floor

Uno we dancin pon che dance floor

Uno we dancin pon che

Watch me

Comin ena de dance as a true born gunner

Live at Brooklyn misa someplace inna New York

Fling a fine astyle and we bad fe rass

And you better know say we inna seeparate class

Gal Pickney uno better move up you hippa

Eight cha now sey time fi slide and dippa

Whine and grine move up fi you god dam spine

Mek dem know whats on a rudebwoy's mind

Uncho we dancin pon che dance floor

Awe we dancin pon che dance floor

Uno we dancin pon che dance floor

Uno bring back to ye if yea want moorae

When you come a dance you check out de gon ak

Original badbwoy and dats we trademark

Mi nuh play no uon and we nuh play no game

Hear de rudebwoy pon rudeness ah why mi frame

Hear dis a one ah mek you all fee good

Mash up fi de town we mashin up e dam hood

Mek dem know sey we nicing up de dance lawn

Anywhere we go we say we can't keep calm

Unnho we dancin pon che dance floor

Anwe we dancin pon che dance floor

Uno we dancin pon che dance floor

Big up your chest Sterling an play some more

Uncho we dancin pon che dance floor

Awe we dancin pon che dance floor

Uno we dancin pon che dance floor

Awe Sterling a play and we want some more

We got you rocking and swinging

Ah to the sound of the Sterling

So keep on moving

I wanna keep on dancing yeah

You rally round this

Musical disc happen to be crisp

Toasters play dis by de flick of wrist

So mana keep on dancin

Chickin no no

I wanna keep on movin yeah

Just keep on dancin yeah

I keep on movin chickano

Rudebwoy rudegirl

I wanna take ya pon a musica advencha

Bwoy you ain't seen anything like I when I dance yuh know

Dave Goes Crazy

(Instrumental, based on the "Flight Of The Bumble Bee")

Davina

(Hingley)

Davina what you doin' to me

Davina will you help me please

Your giving me the third degree

I'm begging you see

I'm down on my knees

Davina what you doin' to me

Holding on Johnny

She's rockin my world

I'm hanging on one little kiss

No room for gangsters, rude boys must fail

How am going to get out of this?

Ahh ha ha

Down on my knees

I'm begging you please

Davina what you doin' to me

I met her on a subway train

She said she hoped we'd meet up again

Then she went and disappeared

Now I'm crying into my beer

A sad sight to see

What's happened to me

Davina what you doin' to me

Davina will you help me please

Your giving me the third degree

I'm down on my knees

I'm begging you see

Davina what you doin' to me

So much trouble over one little girl

I'm hanging on one little kiss

No room for gangsters, rude boys must fail

How am I going to get out of this

Ahh ha ha

I'm begging you see

I'm down on my knees

Davina what you doin' to me

Decision At Midnight

(Hingley)

Johnny's got a problem and he's shooting up rough

Decision at midnight

I heard him tellin' Mr. Trouble that the job don't pay enough

Now Johnny goes and drops out of sight

Decision at midnight

They took him down an alley and shot him right between the eyes

Decision at midnight

Now Julie's on a barstool knockin them back

Decision at midnight

Thinking up a story so she can beat some rap

She's high on booze and high on fright

Decision at midnight

And win or lose

It's a...decision at midnight

Decision at midnight!

So win or lose

If you run alright

The choice is yours

Decision at midnight!

Jailbird Bosanova Paluquana caught charges for the first time

Got a five to fifteen year bid

South Jamacian Queens Posse murda killin'

Your doin time jailbird

Death penalty should be enforced

Life in prisonment for you jailbird Bosanova

See what the man he wanna call himself?...Bosanova

So now he's doin time up in the joint

Decision at midnight

I heard he got picked up during Operation Pressure Point

Said he'd stop when it got too much

Decision at midnight

Should have seen his face when they were slapping on the cuffs!

Decision at midnight

So win or lose

If you run alright

The choice is yours

Decision at midnight!

At Midnight!

Devil And A .45

(Hingley)

I kept a memory back from my early years

A boat out to Cyprus with the Scottish Fusiliers

I was two years old, I was barely alive

Already cruising with the Devil and his .45

I hear you've been straying over this side of town

Beat down!

Talking it up, walking your mouth around

Beat down

It's really not ok that you do like you do

Beat down!

Devil's .45 is gonna wait for you

Beat down!

And you, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

Da beat you down to da ground

You, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

Beat down!

Are you riding shotgun on the stage of broken dreams?

Beat down!

Ain't it funny how the ego can take you to extremes

Beat down!

With the cards you hold I'm really not surprised

Beat down!

Choose between the Devil and a .45

Beat down!

And you, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

Da beat you down to da ground

You, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

Watch this!

Beat down,

Blood pouring over tired fears

Beat down,

Front teeth dem gone out da place

Beat down,

Family dem lost without a trace

Beat down,

You're livin' yourself in disgrace!

Oh!

And you, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

We beat em down to da ground

You, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

Sheezz!

Keep your false pretenses, keep your fancy clothes

Beat down!

Keep your airs and graces since I won't be needing those

Beat down!

Since I was two years old I was learning to survive

Beat down!

Keep on the right side of a .45

Beat down!

And you, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

We beat em down to da ground

You, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

And you, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

We beat em down to da ground

You, you, you, you, you are heading for a...

Beatdown!

Beatdown...

Direction

(Hingley/Malles)

Too mnay people tell me

What to do and how to be

I got 97 channels but there's nothing on TV

Information superhighway

Modem is on full

May as well hotwire a socket

Right into my skull

Direction! Direction! I need direction...

50 weekly tabloids

In my face to keep abreast

Of Michael's indiscretions

Or the size of Dolly's tits

Oprah's on a diet

She's talking 50 pounds

I need that junk food ballance

Keep my feet down on the ground

Direction...

Computer network junkies

Calling on the phone

I got one eight hundred call lines

Pumping right into your home

Need some extra knowledge?

Got a database to loan

File it under couch potatos

In the twilight zone

Direction! Direction! I need direction...

Direction! Direction! Direction!

Which way to go!

Direction!

I don't know!

Disco Boy

(Hingley)

Hey Dr. Feelgood?

I've got you a patient

And they're spray on see through jeans

Got to help these boys

But you always want more

Got to help these boys

Hey Dr. Feelgood?

I've brought you a patient

He's called

Can't you disco boy...

Dog Eat Dog

(Hingley)

What ever happened to the world I know

I don't recognize the scenery

Too many changes I don't understand

I liked it better how it used to be

Lies and money turned a lot of heads

People take themselves too seriously

Rolled right over left the scene for dead

Self-crowned kings but only wannabes

I heard you talking didn't understand a word

Turned your back called it a day

Just for the record in case you hadn't heard

We're not going out that way

Lies and money turned a lot of heads

People take themselves too seriously

Rolled right over left the scene for dead

Self-crowned kings but only wannabes

I heard you talking didn't understand a word

Rolled right over turned away

Just for the record In case you hadn't heard

We're not going out that way

Dog eat dog and the family

Ain't quite the same as it used to be

Everybody grubbing at the money tree

Yeah heay

Dog eat dog and the family

Ain't quite the way that it used to be

What ever happened to the unity

Did you forget about the way we were?

Did you forget about the wonder years?

All trod down, thrown down without a care

All those promises made over beers

I heard you talking didn't understand a word

Turned your back called it a day

Just for the record in case you hadn't heard

We're not going out that way

Dog eat dog and the family

Ain't quite the same as it used to be

Everybody grubbing at the money tree

Yeah heay

My name is Graham

I'm eight years old

Today is my birthday

Dog Eat Dog ("Enemy Of The System" Version)

(Hingley)

What ever happened to the world I know

I don't recognize the scenery

Too many changes I don't understand

I liked it better how it used to be

Lies and money turned a lot of heads

People take themselves too seriously

Rolled right over left the scene for dead

Self-crowned kings but only wannabes

I heard you talking

Didn't understand a word

Turned your back called it a day

Just for the record

In case you hadn't heard

We're not going out that way

Lies and money turned a lot of heads

People take themselves too seriously

Rolled right over left the scene for dead

Self-crowned kings but only wannabes

I heard you talking

Didn't understand a word

Turned your back called it a day

In case you hadn't heard

We're not going out that way

Cause it's dog eat dog and the family

Ain't quite the same as it used to be

Everybody grubbing at the money tree

Yeah heay

Dog eat dog and the family

Ain't quite the same that it used to be

What ever happened to the unity

Did you forget about the way we were?

Way we were!!!

Did you forget about the wonder years?

All thrown down, trod down without a care

Out a care!!!

All those promises made over beers

I heard you talking

Didn't understand a word

Turned your back called it a day

Just for the record

In case you hadn't heard

We're not going out that way

Cause it's dog eat dog and the family

Ain't quite the same as it used to be

What every happened to the unity

Yeah heay

Don't Blame Me

(Dinsmore/Toasters)

Don't blame me I didn't start it this time

You've always known that I consider it a crime

You've gone and used the word again so easily

Don't you understand that it means something to me

Oh don't tell me I wouldn't understand

You tried once to many times and now it's in your hand

You think that I've forgotten what you wispered to me

Don't you understand that it means something to me

Say it if you want to but don't blame me!

Do it if you want to but don't you see

You're only crying wolf and it means something to me

Say it if you want to but don't blame me!

(toasting in Haitian French?)

Don't say a word because I can't hear you

You know the things you say will make me feel so blue

All the things you wanted and all the things you said

Don't you understand it makes me feel this way

Don't blame me I didn't start it this time

You've always known that I consider it a crime

You've gone and used the word again so easily

Don't you understand that it means something to me

Say it if you want to but don't blame me!

Do it if you want to but don't you see

You're only crying wolf and it means something to me

Say it if you want to but don't blame me!

Ahh yea yea yea

Don't Blame Me (con Blanquito Man)

(Dinsmore/Blanco/Toasters)

thanks to "kronos (Michael)" for the lyrical help!

Hey! Fantastico todo el publico latino

Y este es Blanquito Man ...?

Lo digo y te lo digo y te lo vuelvo a lanzar

Para todos los latinos

No me culpes no empece this time

Sabes que lo considero un crime

Te acostumbraste a usar the word so easily

Don't you understand lo que eres para mi

No me digas I wouldn't understand

No has tratado tantas veces now it's in your hand

Acaso no te acuerdas when you whispered to me

Don't you understand lo que eres para mi

Di lo que tu quieras but

Don't blame me!

Haz lo que tu quieras but

Don't you see?

You're only crying wolf

Y ya no me importa decir

Di lo que tu quieras but

Don't blame me!

Llorando, llorando y llorando

A mi la mente me esta transtornando

Es que contigo yo no se que voy a hacer

Arrancar de arrito play it again

Con tu beso acaricio ya tu lengua

Me endulzaste de pies a cabeza

Ahora tu me dices que me quieren botar

Que son nino no me lo voy a galar (?)

Y te lo digo y te lo digo

La culpa es tuya y de nadie mas

Asi que ponte las pilas mujer latina

No digas nada 'cause I can't hear you

Tu sabes lo que dices me hace feel so good

Que todo lo que quieras and all the things you say

Don't you understand me hace sentir asi

No me culpes no empece this time

Sabes que lo considero un crime

Acostumbraste a usar the word so easily

Don't you understand lo que eres para mi

Di lo que tu quieras

But don't blame me!

Haz lo que tu quieras

But don't you see?

You're only crying wolf

Y ya no me importa decir

Di lo que tu quieras

But don't blame me!

Y te lo digo y te lo digo una vez mas

La culpa es tuya y de nadie mas

Asi que hombre latina ponte las pilas

Don't Come Running

(Faulkner)

Now mon angulio gwan so

Take rude bwoy

They way you're living baby, chills me to the bone

You're riding fast and playing hard, and you won't leave that stuff alone!

You know I tried to tell you what life can do to you...

But if you don't want to hear me baby, there ain't nothing I can do

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

You think that life is a party and anything it goes

You stay out late until all hours and are sleeping in your clothes

You're gonna have to wake up, up, up and put your feet back on the track

Cause if you don't make a change soon baby, well, there ain't no turning back!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Take a look around you, cause this is how it ends

You got no job and money's going, now you're losing all your friends

You used to be my hero, now you're just an empty shell

I see too many other stumble, can't watch you fall as well!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running, don't come running, don't come running

Don't come running, don't come running...

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't come running!

Don't come running when your heart breaks down!

Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down

(Hingley/Lindo)

Each day I wake up in this gray old town

Each day the system tries to bring me down

With a minimum wage in the factory

I'm slaving in the Twentieth Century

And the whole damn world is gangin up to bring me to my knees

And now the neighbors make it loud and clear

That they want no ravers moving in around here

I'd rather be a square peg in a round hole

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

I'm living in a world where I don't really fit

Every day walking through the same old shit

I'm gonna get my gun, gonna get prepared

I'm not impressed and I'm not scared

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Me say the war must stop

No one canna win

Evertime em close a door

Me feet kick em in

Ah we livin in da ghetto

On da streets of dis town

Ah da whole world

I said dis a one

...you a man

You stand up firm gotta stand up strong

Listen ghetto youth dis how we keep in da land

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down (Radio Edit)

(Hingley/Lindo)

Each day I wake up in this gray old town

Each day the system tries to bring me down

With a minimum wage in the factory

I'm slaving in the Twentieth Century

And the whole damn world is gangin up to bring me to my knees

And now the neighbors make it loud and clear

That they want no ravers moving in around here

I'd rather be a square peg in a round hole

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

I'm living in a world where I don't really fit

Every day walking down the same old street

I'm gonna get my crew, gonna get prepared

I'm not impressed and I'm not scared

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Me say the war must stop

No one canna win

Evertime em close a door

Me feet kick em in

Ah we livin in da ghetto

On da streets of dis town

Ah da whole world

I said dis a one

...you a man

You stand up firm gotta stand up strong

Listen ghetto youth dis how we keep in da land

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

Don't Say Forever

(Myles/Toasters)

I don't know

But it feels like I've been had

All the good times baby

Just turned out so bad

Is it me, is it me?

Or just someone I know?

Words that fall like rain

Lie on the ground like snow

Don't say forever

You know don't mean it

Don't say forever

If you know you don't mean it, now

Hey

Down come the banners

Off goes the lights in my heart

Shut the door start the car hit the road take the highway

Bring it down

If you wanna begin tomorrow

Bring it down now

If you wanna begin tomorrow

Give me a sign

Cause I really wanna know

How can you hurt somebody when you love them so

I don't know baby, it makes me sad

(Bop bu dont Baddu bonp bu dont)

I don't know

But it feels like I've been had

All the good times baby

Just turned out so bad

Is it me, is it me?

Just someone I know?

Words that fall like rain

Don't say forever

You know don't mean it

Don't say forever

If you know you don't mean it, now

Give me a sign

Cause I really wanna know

How can you hurt somebody when you love them so

I don't know baby, it makes me sad

Don't say forever

Don't say foreva...

Don't Say Forever (Lover's Mix '98)

(Myles/Toasters)

I don't know

But it feels like I've been had

All them good times baby

All turned out so bad

Is it me, is it me?

Or just someone I know?

Words that fell like rain

Lay on the ground like snow

And I said

Don't say forever

If you know don't mean it

Don't say forever

If you know you don't mean it, now

Down come the banners

On go the lights in my heart

Shut the door start the car hit the road ona high road

Shake it down down down

You wanna make it tomorrow

Slow it down now

You wanna make it tomorrow

Give me a sign

Cause what I really wanna know

How can you hurt somebody when you love them so

Don't know baby, it makes me sad

Wheow

Bop bu dont

I don't know

But it feel like I've been had

All them good times baby

All turned out so bad

Is it me, is it me?

Or is it just someone I know?

Words that fell like rain

Lay on the ground like snow

And I said

Don't say forever

If you know don't mean it

Don't say forever

If you know you don't mean it, now

Give me a sign

Cause what I really wanna know

How can you hurt somebody when you love them so

Don't know baby, it makes me sad

Don't say forever

I said don't say forever

Come on

Don't say forever

I said don't don't a don't a don't don't say

Don't say don't say

Don't don't don't a don't a don't say

Don't say foreva...

Don't Touch Crack

(Natchelo)

Don't touch crack

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Boof, boof, boof! That's what I'm going to do

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip! Boof! That's what I'm gonna do

Coolie Ranks has to talk, you know I have to speak

Because the crack epidemic has reached its peak

Some girls who I used to know and some I used to meet

They used to look fine and they used to look sweet

But now they're begging lodgings, begging place to sleep

Beg man money and begging things to eat

And they're walking round town looking like a freak

Now here come Coolie Rankin' with a different technique

Sing out!

Don't touch crack

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Boof, boof, boof! That's what I'm going to do

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip! Boof! That's what I'm gonna do

Now do you think that crack is a good thing

Well if you do my friend you must be bugging

Because it's taking its toll on the young and the old

The devil's under sontrol because you're selling your soul

The administration, application, inhalation

Of the crack particles into your system

Again and again and again you know that it is killing

Who can't hear you're bound to be feeling

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Boof, boof, boof! That's what I'm going to do

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip! Boof! That's what I'm gonna do

Don't touch crack

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Boof, boof, boof! That's what I'm going to do

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip! Boof! That's what I'm gonna do

Johnny stay off the crack,

Dugan stay off the crack,

Greg/Bucket?Steve?johnnathan?Ann?Vince et al..................

Coolie Rankin won't touch crack because I'm a live tock

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Boof, boof, boof! That's what I'm going to do

If you touch crack this is what I'm going to do to you

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip! Boof! That's what I'm gonna do

Drinking Song

(Hingley)

Get along little doggies

This here's Lower East Side Buck

And this is my drinking song

Took this right up to Noaher

And Noaher, well he said, "Yes"

A drinking song will go along forever

Lower East Side Buck, that is my name...

Dub 56

(Hingley)

Politicians scheming

Try to bring a new tax

Populations sleeping

Got to get hip to the facts

Take a modette out on the dance floor

Bass man put down a lick

Get involved and your problem is solved

Little thing called Dub 56

Dub Dub Dub 56

General population

Vegge'd out to the max

Six-pack of beer, religious career

And a TV keep 'em relaxed

If you want to find an escape route

I tour on a regular fix

Clear out your mind

Leave the bullshit behind

Little thing called Dub 56

When you're standing on the corner

Waiting for the music to kick

Throw right down

Head into town

Take a little ride on

Dub 56

Dub Dub Dub 56

Take a little Ellington big band

Buru drum rhythm that sticks

Guitar offbeat put the groove to your feet

Throw a one drop into the mix

Take your modette out on the dance floor

Bass man throw down a lick

Clear out your mind

Leave the bullshit behind

Little thing called Dub 56

No pushin no shovin no lootin no kickin no shootin

Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

Me no wan no pushin no shovin no lootin no kickin no killin

Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

When you're standing on the corner

Waiting for the music to kick

Throw right down

Head into town

Take a little ride on

Dub 56

Dub 56 (Chat Mix)

(Hingley/Ugbomah "Ranx")

Yeah Mon! Big up all de rudeboy and all rudegirl

Whey dem uh try do stifle we? Ya cant stiffle we!

Cho mon cos we ah original bad bwoy, real

What cha! Chickit up Yeah mon! Chickit up

Original rudebwoy coolie ranx pon dem case

No pushin no shoving no kicking no looting no shootin

Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

Me no want no pushin no shovin no looting no kickin no shootin

ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

Rudebwoy no cross me rudebwoy nuh test me

Original badbwoy from de N.Y.C.

Any whey go me sey mi name it haft it nice

Original bad bwoy me a skatin pon ice

Mi born a laberward down ina London city

Now England is a country whey never recognise me

Same me proud of mi heritage as a yardie

And de African blood run deep ina me

Now anywhere mi go dancehall it lively

Uno better no say dat mi full of stylee

Original badbwoy from me eye deyah me knee

And mi come ah desah and mi want de dance fi lively

Me no want pushin no shoving no kicking no looting no shootin

Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56Me no want no pushin no shovin no kickin no looting no shootin

ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

Gal pon de nap like bank have money

Like mi black kings out fema history

Now some gal mi sex some guys say ugly

But mi nuh matter day every gal dem have dem beauty

Every gal ah whey mi sex dem have eternal beauty

Deep en ah reality nud deal vid fantasy

Dem type ah girl who fancy Coolie

Dem haft fi love send me ah dag of money

Me no want pushin no shoving no looting no no kicking shootin

Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

Me no want no pushin no shoving no looting no no kicking looting

Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

Now it mi sell mis ses no police nuffi mess

Cos ses is jah jah bless and sold by de peoples request

Mi nah go sell no crack or nusa dem kind of drug

Now crack ah fe devil I man deal vid god above

Now ina disah time mi pu down fe me nine

Mi dun vid wickedness ah man ah mi dun vid de crime

Mi stop actin stupid and mi stop actin blind

Mi deal vid de lyrics fe uplift mankind

You hear disah one and disah one it is a sign

And outa fe me mouth dem ah lyric dem is mine

So big up fi you chest because we big everytime

And anywhere dat we go we a mek you all whynne

And nuff gal pickney haft fe give me slow grind

You no say good lyric datan rest pon mi mind

And anywhere mi go meah go mek you feel fine

You hear disah ridem misey one more time

Me no want pushin no shoving no looting no kicking no shootin

Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

Me no want no pushin no shovin no looting no kickin no killin

Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

Me no want pushin no shoving no looting no kicking no shootin

No kickin no lottin no shootin me hear no stop

No kickin no shovin no lootin no kickina

Me no wanna hear a rude bwoy lemme tellem a

Rude bwoy, what a bom bomb cat wha das it?

Ha aha

E

East Side Beat

(Hingley)

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oh Oi! Oi!

In a beat up Ford Cortina on saturday nights

Second Step and Urban Blight

Hear come the Boilers to check out the scene

But that's never too true if you know what I mean

The reception is cool, so turn up the heat

Come on boys do some East Side Beat

Pick up your piece and make your play

I wonder what the old man will say

Caught in the act with a gun in your hand

And a fat old judge doesn't understand

Burning and looting down on the street

Come on boys do some East Side Beat

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oh Oi! Oi!

Out in the jungle on a saturday night

Trip over a junky and there's two in a fight

Go over to the fellas just chewin' the fat

Shark skin apes in pork pie hats

Big ugly skinhead across the street

Come on boys do the East Side Beat

In to this stick for a rack of pool

There's a girl at the bar that's beginning to drool

One more chaser I'll move right in

She gets much fresher as I feel up my skin

Keep the chasers cold and the whisky neat

Come on boys do the East Side Beat

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oh Oi! Oi!

So it's up in the morning dreadlox straight

Out on the turf its a theatre of hate

In a land you can't even call your own

And the big fat coppers won't leave you alone

Push you around do the law with their feet

Come on boys do the East Side Beat

So it's off to jail put and up into the dock

Send you off for a short sharp shock

Tell racist jokes as they put you away

Never even listen to what the hell you say

Burning police cars down on the street

Come on boys do the East Side Beat

East Side Beat

Burning police cars down on the street

Come on boys do some East Side Beat!

Enemy Of The System

(Hingley)

You used to hear a lot about him

Threw it down and he made them listen

He never cared a damn what the papers say

Suddenly the the scene he trusted

Turned him off he got disgusted

He turned his back, I heard he walked away

You see he never played the victim

And no-one dared to contradict him

At least they never said it to his face

It was '79 in london town

National front was going down

The checkerboard army ruled from coast to coast

For 20 years he carried that flag

From war to war but what hurt him bad

Found out people cared about the money most

And all the vampires who call themselves fans

Were never able to understand

He was just an enemy of the system

Wow ho enemy of the system...

Years go by, the man is gone

In other worlds he soldiers on

Realize he's the one they miss the most

Let's hear it from the fair-weather friends

Who knew him well, they like to pretend

We all know that that's just an empty boast

And when they write upon his stone

There gonna have to say he did it on his own

He was just an enemy of the system

Enemy of the system

Wow ho enemy of the system...

And when they write upon his stone

There gonna have to say he did it on his own

He was just an enemy of the system

Enemy of the system

Everything You Said Has Been A Lie

(Hingley)

You said that you would tell me why

You said that there was no other guy

Wait a minute, let's not pretend

I'm not your puppet and you're not my friend

Everything you said has been a lie

What is this drama that I hear?

Is it me or is it just the time of year

Why am I feeling like Aladdin's genie

Trapped in a bottle where no one can see me

Tell the time and I will disappear

I turn around and there's something wrong

Will somebody tell me what's been going on

This ain't easy, this ain't fun

And there ain't no pleasing everyone

You say you want to end it clean

But if this ain't dirty, I don't know what you mean

What you say in your own defense

Makes no difference, don't make much sense

Everything you said has been a lie

I turn around and there's something wrong

Will somebody tell me what's been going on

This ain't easy, this ain't fun

And there ain't no pleasing everyone

You said that you would tell me why

You said that there was no other guy

Wait a minute, let's not pretend

I'm not your lover and you're not my friend

Everything you said has been a lie

Everything you said has been a lie

F

Feliz Navidad

(Jose Feliciano)

thanks to "kronos (Michael)"; for the lyrical help!

Feliz navidad

Prospero ano y felicidad

Feliz navidad

Prospero ano y felicidad

We wanna wish you a merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

Feliz navidad

Prospero ano y felicidad

Feliz navidad

Prospero ano y felicidad

We wanna wish you a merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

We wanna wish you a merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

We wanna wish you a merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

We wanna wish you a merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

Fire In My Soul

(Lindo/Hingley)

Fire, fire in my soul

Sey when you see me

Mi sey wi moving on

Traveling faster than the speed of the light

You can not touch wi yu can't control

Fire in my heart it's burning out of control

Fire, fire in my soul

See people dancing all around

Everyone skanking and dem havin' a real good time

Music flowing straight to their brains

Music hit dem they feel no pain

Fire, fire in my soul

Greystoke!

In a mi heart mi mind mi body and soul

Fire it burning out of control

Some a dem a baal dem cry two fold

I stand strong mi sey roots and cold

In a di ghetto weh mi live and survive

Mi roots and culture keep mi alive

Righteousness wi ha fi teach di ghetto youths

Come ghetto people jump sing

Fire, fire in my soul

Come On!

Fire, fire in my soul

Im me want dem again

Fire, fire in my soul

Tel em gonna burn dem down

Fire, fire in my soul

Im me want dem again

Fire, fire in my soul

Frankenska

(Grinnell)

Welcome...to the anti-chamber...of SKA!

Wha ha ha ha! bwoh! ha ha AHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Freedom

(Hingley)

Give me freedom, give me liberty

Don't want policeman with a stick in his hand

Standing over me

Freedom, fraternity

I don't pick my friends by the color of their skin

Or the language they speak

Give me freedom, equality

Don't tell me that we're brothers

But you're more equal that the others

Some time they knock you down

Tell you not to get up

Sometimes you feel that you just had enough

But you can't give it up

Coolie jump coma to mon whyra ma

Un jebe fe de youth you know out upon da corner

After school ... revolver

And de pushit in de pocket save dat for later

De say does it take what about youth don't commit murder

If police hear dis it would em really anger

See my renegade renegade renegade police officer

And my renegade renegade renegade police police officer

Freedom is a concept not just a word

Moving like the air through the wings on a bird

Take away my money

Lock me up inside

You'll never steal ideas

Never take my pride

Give me freedom, equality

Don't tell me that we're brothers

But you're more equal that the others

Some time they knock you down

Tell you not to get up

Sometimes you feel that you just had enough

But you can't give it up

Freedom, I want freedom!

I want my freedom

Freedom, I want freedom!

I want some freedom right

Freedom, I want freedom!

Hey give me some freedom

Freedom, I want freedom!

I want some freedom right now

Freedom, I want freedom!

Friends

(Ugbomah "Ranx"/Toasters)

Incha low

Incha lay incha lay

Incha low

Why can't we be friends?

No one ever told me...

When are things gonna change?

When are you gonna show me?

Time to make ammends and put things as they should be

And why can't we be friends?

Imagine how good it could be

Oh yea

Incha low

Incha lay incha lay

Incha low

Time will heal your wounds, time will heal the sorrow

And that time is coming soon, look forward to tomorrow

Black and white together are making a new start

Cause you and me my friend we'll never need to part

Incha lay

Incha low incha low

Incha lay

Somebody said a peace sign from your anclean

We don't want no violence if you know what I mean

We don't want no violence, hoi!

Racial tension

Gun shots reaign

Dat don't make no sense and futifile

But frustratin you is pity anger

Let me rid you of my trouble one ta

For all man kind

Some men are wiked but only farthar

Lemme come to get ya

Incha low

Incha lay incha lay

Incha low

Incha lay

Incha low incha low

Incha lay

G

Gimme Some Lovin'

(Winwood/Davis)

Well, my temp'rature's risin' got my feet on the floor,

Crazy people knockin' 'cause they're wanting some more,

Said baby oh baby, I'm the one that you've got,

You'd better take it easy, cause the Toasters are hot

And I'm so glad we made it, so glad we made it

You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'

Said gimme some lovin' every day

Well, I feel so good, ev'rything is so hot,

You better take it easy, 'cause the place is on fire,

It's been a long day hard work to do,

I'm gonna take it easy, baby you should too

And I'm so glad we made it, so glad we made it

You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'

Said gimme some lovin' every day

Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!

Haw! Give it to me!

Hey!

Everyday!

Original Lyrics by Spencer Davis Group

Well, my temp'rature's risin' and my feet on the floor,

Twenty people knockin' 'cause they're wanting some more,

Let me in, baby, I don't know what you've got,

But you'd better take it easy, this place is hot

So glad we made it, so glad we made it

You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'

Gimme some lovin' every day.

Well, I feel so good, ev'rything is sounding hot,

Better take it easy, 'cause the place is on fire,

Been a hard day and I don't know what to do,

Wait a minute, baby, it could happen to you.

So glad we made it, so glad we made it

You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'

Gimme some lovin' every day.

Well, I feel so good, ev'rybody's gettin' high,

Better take it easy, 'cause the place is on fire

Been a hard day, nothin' went too good,

Now I'm gonna relax, honey, ev'rybody should

So glad we made it, so glad we made it

You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'

Gimme some lovin' every day

Go Girl

(Dinsmore/Hingley)

East village girl,

Please, tell me where your come from

Some a say your from East London

But I say you is not dat style

Settle little girl and make up your mind!

East village girl,

Some say you from East London

So where the hell are you from?

She used to hang, with me and all my gang

We used to see her everywhere,

Dancin' the night away without a care

And I wonder how it came to be

She disappeared without tellin' me

Well I guess we'll never know

She was a real Go Girl!

Danceteria, is where you could find her!

Well CBGB's she could be seen

Or at any club you've ever been

And I wonder what became of her

She lived so hard in the club world

Well I guess we'll never know

She was a real Go Girl!

I saw her recently

It seemed she didn't recognize me

But she used to know everyone

I guess she's all through having fun

Or maybe she's just realized

Those memories have crystallized

Well I guess we'll never know

She was a real Go Girl!

God Rock You Steady Gentlemen

(Traditional/Lindo)

All rude bwoys from all over the world, hey

Jugglin!

Christmas time and big t'ings! heheh

Rude bwoys come on over from all over the world, jump jump jugglin'

Some of dem ball and holla dat's a sin

But some'a

But de reggae music gig is our life

Ghetto people jump and shout for joy

Ghetto people jump and shout cause everyone's feeling irie

Said ghetto people moving feelign irie and evert'ing is alright

Ghetto people jump and shout for joy

Goody Goody

(Ugbomah "Ranx"/Toasters)

Now this one dedicated to the girls dem who love to come backstage

It's kinda of underage

Want to get the rudeboy in a rage

Coolie Rankin ain't goin to go out that way

Girl girl you're no goody goody

And Coolie Rankin nah go mek no mistake

Girl girl you're no goody goody

And Coolie Rankin nah go mek no

Ya rude girl!

You get there body and the shape and gal you look so great

For the hot butter love you want to partake

But the gals underage I mean some real jailbait

So the hot buttered love will just have to wait

You want I take fe risk and make a mistake

So the jail cell will be my damn fate

Girl girl you're no goody goody

And Coolie Rankin nah go mek da mistake

Girl girl you look so goody goody

And I'd like to take you inaa hoody hoody

Pon de first glance want some romance

I will take a chance ask you for a dance

Girl you're lookin goody and you're slender

And the body af fi send me in a fever

Got de nature got de temper

And me love it when me smellin your sweet aroma

Two kisses will make you my lover

Girl girl you're no goody goody

And Coolie Rankin' nah go mek dat mistake

You got the body and the shape and gal you look so great

For the hot butter love you want I partake

But the gals underage I mean some real jailbait

So the hot buttered love will just have to wait

But I want take fe risk and make no mistake

So the jail cell will be my damn fate

You better understand sey coolie ranx great

Gonna mash up de dance gonna mash up de dubplate

Girl girl you're no goody goody

Im feelin our lova hav ta wait!

Girl girl you're no goody goody

I'm feelin our lova hav ta wait!

H

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!

I

Ideal Man

(Hingley)

Hey Hey

Big business rakes in the dollars

Giving disco boys a pair of fake collars

Even though you need an image to follow

Then make money from the garbage he swallows

Trapped in a web that you don't understand

Forced out in the cold by the family plan

With your tongue hanging out dick in your hand

Talking bout the Ideal Man

So when they get you at the end of the day

Holding out your hand for a penance in pay

With your tongue hanging out and a hole in your brain

Don't you think that your going insane

Finally discover that you haven't got it made

Don't know what to do when you make it to the end of the day

So let's examine the ideal guy

With his toothpaste smile

And his Jiorucci tie

All that money

Lessons to learn

All those brain cells get too burned

Cause he's trapped in a web

Forced out in the cold

With his tongue hanging out

Just waiting to get old

Yo, Where'd I put that guitar?

So here we are at the end of the day

Holding out our hand for a penance in pay

Hole in your pocket, hole in your brain

Don't you think that you're going insane?

Finally discover that you haven't got it made

Don't know if you make it if you make it to the end of the day

If You Loved Me

(Hingley)

And if you love me

You'd better tell me so

And if you love me

You'd better let me know

Girl I had this feeling, for a week or so

Thinkin' that you're leavin'

Is there something I should know

Have you found another lover

Or is it just the end?

I'm just sick and tired

Of tryin', tryin' to be friends

How can I tell you

Make you understand

For all the things you wanted

I done the best I can

I won't make excuses

For being who I am

You say change is here

But I don't, I don't give a damn

Sledge you give a damn?

And if you loved me

You'd better tell me so

And if you loved me

You'd better let me know

I never had a secret

I never lied to you

And what we had together

Was not enough for you

You see daddy told me

Son don't hate yourself

I'll just head out on that road

While you find, you find some one else

You find some one else

You find, you find, you find some one else

And if you loved me

You'd better tell me so

If you loved me

You'd better let me know

Is there another lover

Or is it just the end?

I'm just sick and tired

Of tryin'...

I'm Running Right Through The World

(Hingley)

Show me the land of the midnight sun

That's one place that I ain't never gone

But you won't get far

If you stay where you are

Baby can you hear me, can you understand

I know this planet like the back of my hand

And there's no time to waste

To find that last secret place

I'm on a ticket on that mystery train

Running down that lonesome track

If I had to do it I would do it again

And there ain't no turning back

I'm running right through the world...

I always said I'd explain in a letter

I changed my mind 'cos I thought it was better

If I left out the part where the teardrops start

Long distance romance on a mobile phone

No squeezing blood from a rolling stone

There's no time to say

When life's rolled away

Too many wrongs don't make a right as everybody knows

If you wake up cryin' in the middle of the night

But that's just the way it goes

I'm running right through the world...

Lay it on me Sledge...

I'm on a ticket on that mystery train

Running down that endless track

If I had to do it I would do it again

And there ain't no turning back

I'm running right through the world...

I Wasn't Going to Call You Anyway

(Hingley)

I lost my gig bag in a cab,

It was in Heidelberg, West Germany

At first I got real mad,

I'd lost some things that meant so very much to me

I'd lost your number, your address, I was really quite distressed

I couldn't write, I couldn't call, I couldn't do anything at all

I read your bullshit in the press,

It didn't hurt me like you wanted to

Just like my good friend JJ says

Just cause they print it, doesn't mean it's true

You shouldn't have started up this mess,

Far more serious than you guessed

All that bullshit in your head,

Is making you see red...

I wasn't going to call you anyway

I wasn't going to drop that dime

I wasn't going to call you anyway

I wasn't going to waste my time

You've had your eyes closed to the truth

You never realized that things had changed

And now you're going through the roof

Yes your behavior is becoming strange

I wasn't going to call you anyway

I wasn't going to drop that dime

I wasn't going to call you anyway

I wasn't going to waste my time

I wasn't going to call you anyway

I wasn't going to call you anyway...

Wasn't going to call you anyway

I wasn't going to call you anyway

Wasn't going to call you anyway

J

Jackie Chan

(Faulkner)

What we need here is a super cop

Ok

Ha ha ha ha

(fighting and grunting noises)

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ok, very convincing

(fighting and grunting noises)

Johnny Forsake Her

(Storkman)

Johnny forsake her don't you know, she's no good

She'll only bring you nights of pain

I still remember how you once stood so tall

Now simply madness is your game

Knife in your back

Twist and turn

Round and round

She's so good

You're always craving for the pain

Run, you can't hide

From the hurt

That you want

In her spell

There's no escape now from your pain

Johnny forsake her don't you know, she's no good

She'll only bring you nights of pain

I still remember how you once stood so tall

Now simply madness is your game

Knife on your belt

That you kept

For yourself

Laugh out loud

Madness is sweetness for the brain

She holds you tight

In her jaws made of steel

Scream out loud

Terror I notice for your shame

Johnny forsake her don't you know, she's no good

She'll only bring you nights of pain

I still remember how you once stood so tall

Now simply madness is your game

Ooh

Yeah

Light de fire!

Oh yeah

Johnny Go Ska

(Bernard / Hingley)

Skankin to dis are all the rudies

When boss de blast ya on de Orange Street

Grap your stomping boots and your Pork Pie

Shark trousers to match your tie

Johnny get ready and go ska tonight

Early Jamaican 60's to the late 70's

Johnny be good in a big ole boot

Let's rocksteady

And do on et

And scare the hell out of Johnny tonight

Johnny go ska

Go Johnny go

Johnny go ska

Go Johnny go

Johnny go ska

Go Johnny go

Johnny go ska

Go Johnny go

Aaaah Johnny go ska tonight

Johnny is now, down on his knees

Boppin his head to that sweet melody

treating his feet

Dancing all night is a new way of life

Johnny get ready and go ska tonight

Early Jamaican 60's to the late 70's

Johnny be good in a big ole boot

Let's rocksteady, Johnny and me

Let's scare the hell out of Johnny tonight

Johnny go ska

Go Johnny go

Johnny go ska

Go Johnny go

Johnny go ska

Go Johnny go

Johnny go ska

Go Johnny go

Aaaah Johnny go ska tonight!

Just Because

(?)

Just because you left and said goodbye

Do you think that I will sit and cry

Even if my heart should tell me so

Darling I would rather let you go

Just because you think that you're so smart

Going around and breaking people's hearts

Before I let this thing happen to me

Darling I would rather swim the sea

I know that you thing you're smart

Going around and breaking people's hearts

Just because I want someone who is kind

With a heart as good and pure as mine

But maybe I am asking far too much

Darling please don't break my heart

I know that you thing you're smart

Going around and breaking people's hearts

Just because I want someone who is kind

With a heart as good and pure as mine

But maybe I am asking far too much

Darling please don't break my heart

K

Keep On Going

(Dinsmore)

What would you say

If I told you, I'm gonna take it all away, yeah

What would you do

Would you tell me, tell me that it's not true

What should I think

About a girl I keep seeing through the bottom of my drink

How would you feel

Would you cry, would you lie, would you tell me that it's not real

Would you keep on going

Keep on going

Now it's coming down to this, yea

Misses of your kiss

What should I say, yea yea

To a girl I haven't seen for a week and a day

And don't you tell me that I'm biting

When you know I'm only fighting

There's something that I think is real

Tell me tell me how should I feel

Would you keep on going

Keep on going

Now it's coming down to this, yea

Misses of your kiss

What should I say, yea yea

To a girl I haven't seen for a week and a day

And don't you tell me that I'm biting

When you know I'm only fighting

Something that I think is real

Tell me tell me how should I feel

Would you keep on going

Keep on going

Would you keep on going

Keep on going

Know What To Do

(?)

I think you know what we're talking about

You've seen us out knocking about

We had the style and we had so much fun

So here's to those of us who stuck to their guns

Let's celebrate 'cause the time is near

The Toasters comin' and we're playin' for beer

We play the bar and we'll play the pool hall

And always living life behind the 8 ball

So here's to you

We are the Unity Two

We came here just to rock you

And we think you'll know what to do

Just start to wing your arms

And shuffle your feet

To the sound that is so sweet

Break it down this time for some original style

Swing your arms and shuffle your feet

To the sound that is so sweet

That old blue beat...

L

Legal Shot

(Ugbomah "Ranx")

Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Guns are not here

Rude bwoy have no fear

Coolie Ranx is here

I knewfe shen gone

Ee e e e xtra clear

Tellem shaka boots

Shaka boots an bigga

Come on rude boy pon de kiss

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin

Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin

Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh

Mesaida mon mesaida mon

Easy nuh decima

Settle nuh angela

Dem de girls dem ah de champion bubbler

You draw down now pon me corner

Top of de agenda data reggae milieu

No warmonger neither backfighter

Fi ever tink bout fi enter

Ragamuffin control disah corner

No pussy test cos we ah de ruler

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin

Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin

Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh

Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Finga pon da trigga so somebody get dropped

Head for the left and neda fo blank

Skank just keep on skank

De shot you hear dem un nuh blank

Just keep on skank just keep on skank

De shot you hear dem un nuh blank

Well if a English girl me lick nuff shot fi dat

And me done tell you dat tell you dat for dat

If a Yardie girl me lick nuff shot fi dat

And me dun tell you dat tell you dat tell you dat

Who me no mention just cool and relax

From your waistline broad you hear ratta tat tat

And me gone pon de ah attack pon de tak pon de tak

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin

Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin

Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh

Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Easy nuh decima

Settle nuh angela

Dem de girls dem ah de champion bubbler

You draw down now pon me corner

Top of de agenda data reggae milieu

No warmonger neither backfighter

Fi ever tink bout fi enter

Ragamuffin control disah corner

No pussy test cos we ah de ruler

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin

Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin

Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh

Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Gun makes de fire I'm gonna make de kill

Rude bwoy get shot no one left no where

Uh hoi!

Legal Shot (Dance Mix)

(Ugbomah "Ranx")

Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Guns are not here

Rude bwoy have no fear

Coolie Ranx is here

I knewfe shen gone

Ee e e e xtra clear

Tellem shaka boots

Shaka boots an bigga

Come on rude boy pon de kiss

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin

Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin

Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh

Mesaida mon mesaida mon

Easy nuh decima

Settle nuh angela

Dem de girls dem ah de champion bubbler

You draw down now pon me corner

Top of de agenda data reggae milieu

No warmonger neither backfighter

Fi ever tink bout fi enter

Ragamuffin control disah corner

No pussy test cos we ah de ruler

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin

Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin

Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh

Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Finga pon da trigga so somebody get dropped

Head for the left and neda fo blank

Skank just keep on skank

De shot you hear dem un nuh blank

Just keep on skank just keep on skank

De shot you hear dem un nuh blank

Well if a English girl me lick nuff shot fi dat

And me done tell you dat tell you dat for dat

If a Yardie girl me lick nuff shot fi dat

And me dun tell you dat tell you dat tell you dat

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin

Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin

Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh

Gun makes de fire I'm gonna make de kill

Rude bwoy get shot no one left no where

Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin

Easy nuh decima

Settle nuh angela

Dem de girls dem ah de champion bubbler

You draw down now pon me corner

Top of de agenda data reggae milieu

Who me no mention just cool and relax

From your waistline broad you hear ratta tat tat

And me gone pon de ah attack pon de tak pon de tak

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin

Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin

Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh

Lies

(Hingley)

I'm sending a message from deep in a hole

Of a rudderless ship that is out of control

I feel so defenseless so weak and so small

When love is an arrow, he shoots and I fall

Don't tell me lies

Don't tell me lies...

I draw a substance that we all abuse

So easy to go thier so hard to refuse

So don't hang me up just tell me the truth

Just say that you love me then show me some proof

Don't tell me lies

Don't tell me lies, now

Don't tell me lies...

Lies...

Teach and veracity to the man

Lies...

Fabricators we should all stay away from

Lies...

Respect due to the original man

Lies...

Follow me, come!

I don't want to hear it there's news from the neighbors

A night club rumors in the saturday papers

Making it clear that there's no room for errors

A true life confession is all that we'll savor...

I'm sending a message from deep in a hole

Of a rudderless ship that is out of control

I feel so defenseless so weak and so small

When love is an arrow, he shoots and I fall

Don't tell me lies

Don't tell me lies, now

Don't tell me lies...

Little Drummer Boy

(Katherine K. Davis, Simeone Harris, Henry V. Onorti)

(Instrumental)

[Little] Hidden Secrets (Not Bob Marley)

(Hingley)

I met her in New England

You said the war was over

In this land of milk and honey

We live or lives with clovers

Little hidden secrets

Half the country's in the pub

Looking in the paper

Seeing is believing

The best is coming later,

Always later

Always later, later...

Two million people out of work

But it doesn't really matter

It needs a human sacrifice

To make the rich get fatter

Half the country's in the pub

Looking in the paper

Seeing is believing

The best is coming later,

Always later

Always later, later...

No don't tell

Not a single word

No don't tell

Jump de gun(?)

No don't tell

Jus don' bras claw(?)

No don't tell

Little Hidden Secrets

(Hingley)

Half the country's in the pub

Looking in the paper

Seeing is believing

The best is coming later,

Always later

Always later, later...

Half the country's unemployed

But it doesn't really matter

Sit back and make no noise

The illusion has been shattered

Hidden secrets, little hidden secrets

Half the factory's out of work

And the jobs have turned to vapor

I worry about the real world

It still looks good on paper

Little hidden secrets, little hidden secrets

The blind man leads the beggars

The king has got no clothes

Promises are daydreams

And no one, no one really knows

Half the country's in the pub

Looking in the paper

Seeing is believing

The best is coming later,

Always later

Always later, later...

The blind man leads the beggars

The king has got no clothes

Promises are daydreams

No one really knows

Little hidden secrets

Little hidden secrets.

Little hidden secrets..

Little hidden secrets....

Katherine K. Davis, Simeone Harris, Henry V. Onorti

M

Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV Theme)

(Jerry Goldsmith)

(Instrumental)

U.N.C.L.E.!

Manipulator

(Dinsmore / Hingley)

Chicka tit

There's a girl that plays a game and it's quite a shame

Every time it happens it ends up the same

She always comes to town and hangs around

Gets everything she wants still wears a frown

All the fellows dig her cause she's funky fresh

Some people call her Doris but her name is Bess

She's always in the bar you know she drinks for free

Why should she have to pay when there are suckers like me

She's a manipulator

What kinda girl is she?

Manipulator

She a rude bwoy hateta

Manipulator

Who's the next victum?

Manipulator

Losha full of fiction

Hanging in the bar a couple weeks ago

She walks right up to me and said "Let's go!"

My boys thought I was crazy but I had to fess

She looked so goddamn good in that stinky ass dress

When we got back to her place it was half past three

She offered me if I wanted a brew I said "Irie!"

About an hour later it was half past four

The brew was gone and so was I she showed me the door

She's a manipulator

What kinda girl is she?

Manipulator

She a rude bwoy hateta

Manipulator

Mosha full of fiction

Manipulator

What kinda girl is she?

Someday I will get even with that crazy bitch

Or maybe even better she will buy my pitch

If she came here right now I don't know what I'd think

I'd probably go and join the lines and buy her a drink

There's nothing you can do when there's a freak like that

I dig her from my mod days and my pork pie hat

But she'll to get over on my whole damn crew

So for now I say "Take you, don't let it brew"

She's a manipulator

What kinda girl is she?

Manipulator

She a rude bwoy hateta

Manipulator

Losha full of fiction

Manipulator

Who's the next victum?

Manipulator...

Manipulator

What kinda girl is she?

Manipulator

She a rude bwoy hateta

So see you latea...

Marlboro Man

(Ugbomah "Ranx" / Reiter)

Introducin to you

Music con crisk con on a gangster

Ting called che marlboro man

Che che che

Che che che marlboro man

Chicka chickt ta

Chickit up

Yeah

Che che che marlboro man

Yeah

Chickit up

Yeah

Chicka chickt ta

Ska easy!

Huh

Che che che marlboro man

Che marlboro man

Yeah

Chicka chickt ta

Nice and easy!

Che che che marlboro man

Che che che

Che che che marlboro...

Matt Davis

(Hingley)

The life with a big wino

Big as bolla bwoy wid a plan

As you can see is he is non

Ya code name?

Cona see es babylon sound

Ye ask for de second time

Whadda bwoy code name?

Special espionage

Matt Davis, special agent!

Uh huh huh ha ha!

Matt Davis, special agent!

Uh huh huh ha ha!

Matt Davis, special agent!

Just admit it!

Special agent!

Special agent..........

Maxwell Smart (Get Smart Theme)

(Irving Szathmary)

(Instrumental)

Midnight Hour

(Wilson Pickett)

Music con dis ona play

Gonna so lead da way

Each and every night a day dreadlock...

I'm gonna wait til the midnight hour

When the stars come out at night

Yea yea yea

I'm gonna wait to the midnight hour

You know everything's gonna be alright

I'm gonna have you

I'm gonna hold you

I'm gonna tell everyone that I bone you,

In the midnight hour!

Aight ai!

Here rude bwoy

In the midnight hour baby!

Chickit up!

I'm gonna wait for your lovin sister

Cause she's the rudest little girl in town

I'm gonna wait for your lovin sister

She's the only one around

She's the only one I know

Who'll really love me so,

Uh oi!

In the midnight hour!

In the midnight hour baby

Watch me...

How come the dance is over?

She bon

How come the dance is over?

She love

How come the dance is over?

Chi!

And to de police we talk of our amends

I met di girl dat hate de violence

Me represent from here to country

City city city state, me do it easy

Dropping oh lyrics to oh I degree!

I'm gonna wait til the midnight hour

Yea

Until the stars come out at night

Check it

I'm gonna wait to the midnight hour

I'm gonna wait now

Everything's gonna be alright

You know dat

I'm gonna have you

I'm gonna hold you

I'm gonna tell everyone that I bone you,

In the midnight hour!

I'm gonna do it one more time for you

In the midnight hour baby!

One one one one one more time

In the midnight hour

Uh hoi!

Modern World America

(Hingley)

Well there ain't no dirt on his S.U.V.

Takes it down the gym so people can see

Won't say damn cos he's too P.C.

Vinyl siding unfortunately

200 channels, surf at a touch

Turbo system, dunno what to watch

Too busy surfing at loser.com

Two clicks away from a nuclear bomb

Modern world America

Oh yea yea yea

Modern world America

He owes a lot of money, so he's working hard

Paying off his VISA and his Mastercard

Dreaming of a deck in a big back backyard

Rat race system, no holds barred

Goin' to California for a pot of gold

But it ain't for real, the dream is sold

Just like the Okies as Steinbeck told

Sucking up the people down in Mehico

Modern world America

Oh yea yea yea

Modern world America

Oh yea yea yea

Modern world America

Well, you run so fast like a rat on a wheel

People say how are you, tell them how you feel

That your stuck in a hole and you can't climb out

Makes you wonder what it's all about

Cause you owe a lot of money, and your working hard

Paying off your VISA and his Mastercard

Dreaming of a deck in a big back backyard

Rat race system, no holds barred

Modern world America

Oh yea yea yea

Modern world America

Oh no no no

Modern world America

Modern world...

Modern World America (Remix)

(Hingley)

Well there ain't no dirt on his S.U.V.

Takes it down the gym so people can see

Won't say damn cos he's too P.C.

Vinyl siding unfortunately

200 channels, surf at a touch

Turbo system, dunno what to watch

Too busy surfing at loser.com

Two clicks away from a nuclear bomb

Modern world America

Oh yea yea yea

Modern world America

He owes a lot of money, so he's working hard

Paying off his VISA and his Mastercard

Dreaming of a deck in a big back backyard

Rat race system, no holds barred

Goin' to California for a pot of gold

But it ain't for real, the dream is sold

Just like the Okies as Steinbeck told

Sucking up the people down in Mehico

Modern world America

Oh yea yea yea

Modern world America

Oh yea yea yea

Modern world America

Well, you run so fast like a rat on a wheel

People say how are you, tell them how you feel

That your stuck in a hole and you can't climb out

Makes you wonder what it's all about

Cause you owe a lot of money, and your working hard

Paying off your VISA and his Mastercard

Dreaming of a deck in a big back backyard

Rat race system, no holds barred

Modern world America

Oh yea yea yea

Modern world America

Oh no no no

Modern world America

Modern world...

Mona

(Hingley, Wright / Malles, Hingley)

You told me you love me

But then you leave me alone

See I don't want to be searching

Like some dog for a bone

You told me you love me

Yes you told me yourself

So why don't you put me baby

Right back on the shelf

Mona please won't you be my baby

Mona won't you be my baby tonight

Mona darling are you driving me crazy

Hold me close and darling won't you hold me tight

You told me you love me

But then you leave me alone

See I don't want to be searching

Like some dog for a bone

You told me you love me

Yes you told me yourself

So why don't you put me baby

Right back on the shelf

Mona please won't you be my baby

Mona won't you be my baby tonight

Mona darling are you driving me crazy

Hold me close and darling won't you hold me tight

In the midnight hour

Fix your mouth before me carry you out

You better run fast true a man drinks stout, cha!

Fix your mouth before me carry you out

You better run fast true a man drinks stout

Don't you know that I love you baby

Don't you know that I love you girl

I would have given you my heart gladly

Along with diamonds rubies and pearls

Mona please won't you be my baby

Mona won't you be my baby tonight

Mona darling are you driving me crazy

Hold me close and darling won't you hold me tight

Mona please won't you be my baby

Mona won't you be my baby tonight

Mona darling are you driving me crazy

Hold me close and darling won't you hold me tight

Monkeys Can't Drink (Lower East Side Buck)

(Hingley)

Yes I have a problem with creation

Homo sapiens as the master plan

Since the missing link drove in to drink frustration

I must confess to be a Darwin man

So it is the thumb that matters

Where evolution is concerned

But a god creates his study of drinking patterns

So a far more valid lesson can be learned

They say Darwin is contented

Whilst impeding his ability to think

Where the greater truth that's all they have fermented

Leaves suspicious selves distrust the demon drink

So belly up and have another round boys

And the devil, he don't give a damn

He knows what you're thinking, your gonna keep on drinking

That's what separates the monkeys from the man

He knows what you're thinking, your gonna keep on drinking

That's what separates the monkeys from the man

Mouse (Mighty Mouse Theme)

(Reiter)

Instrumental

Mr. Postman

(?)

Mr. Trouble

(Hingley)

Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man, guess they told me outta jail?

Who dat?

They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!

Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?

They say my man's out on bail

They gottem out on bail?!

Mr. Trouble!

Oh my god Mr. Trouble!

Trouble is, his middle name

Kicking buckets, that's his game

You can't stop him, he's quite insane

Al Capone, Mr. Trouble!

So out he comes, and down you go

Thirty coffins in a row

Get out a town, and don't be slow

Baby Doc, Mr. Trouble!

He's figures big in scary tales

Walks on water, sleeps on nails

Shoots to kill and never fails

Scarface, Mr. Trouble!

He's nine feet tall, and six feet wide

Fists like mallets, by his side

You can run, but you can't hide

Hurley nem? Mr. Trouble!

Death and murder is his plan

He'll wipe you out

To the last man

You better get out while you can

Baby Face, Mr. Trouble!

He's got a .45 a .38

Brace knuckles knives and a razor blade

He likes his job, he doesn't get paid

Joe Rivi! Mr. Trouble!

If you don't like knuckles in your face

Get out of town, no time to waste

You'll disappear without a trace

Take care, Mr. Trouble!

So when you hear the sirens wail

Mr. Trouble he's on your tail

Some crack let him out on bail!

Judge Dread, Mr. Trouble!

Mr. Trouble!

Mr. Trouble (Extra Verses)

(Hingley)

N

Naked City

(Dinsmore)

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

Life ain't pretty at all

We want to have fun but the clubs are shitty

You know were having a ball

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

Life ain't pretty at all

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

You know were having a ball

Havin' a ball!

In the naked city!

Well the music's alright in the naked city

CB's is the place to play

And if you think this beat is dead, then man that's a pity

Look at the kids today

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

Life ain't pretty at all

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

You know were having a ball

Havin' a ball!

In the naked city!

Well there's an awful lot of bands in the naked city

And we're just one of them

And there's an awful lot of bars in the naked city

And we've been thrown out of every one of them

There's a lot of ways to dance in the naked city

But tonight there's just one, SKA! SKA! SKA! SKA!

Well there's an awful lot of cops in the naked city

But never when you really need one

And they'll slap you on the hand in the naked city

But only if you're trying to have fun

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

Life ain't pretty at all

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

You know were having a ball

Havin' a ball!

The naked city!

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

Life ain't pretty at all

We're trying to have fun but the clubs are shitty

You know were having a ball

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

Life ain't pretty at all

Life ain't pretty in the naked city

You know were having a ball

Havin' a ball!

In the naked city!

Naked city!

New York Fever

(Hingley)

I've got a problem that I cannot explain

A small metal slug tore a hole through my brain

I got heartburn it's like a knife in my back

I like to ride the subway but I might get pushed on the tracks

I got no money I get so depressed

When a perfect stranger puts a gun to my chest

I tell you doctor I'm going of my mind

Is there anything for a pain of this kind

New York Fever again

Hey hey, hey hey!

I've got a pounding on the back of my skull

I try to react but my senses are dull

I hear voices I wish not to repeat

Too busy dodging bullets on the street

I've got to get out of this town

Something stinks it's about to go down

Feeling sick but I can't feel my pain

I've got the New York Fever, New York Fever again

Hey hey!

Go! hey hey hey hey hey hey!

New York fever again

Hey hey, hey hey!

Well

It's quite outrageous, and I cannot believe

The kids can't read but they are armed to the teeth

They keep complaining that they can't find no work

They don't go to school they do drugs act like jerks

I've got a pounding a pounding on the back of my skull...

I try to react but my senses are dull

I hear voices I wish not to repeat!

I'm too busy dodging bullets on the street!

New York Fever (New York Fever)

New York Fever again...

Nick's Chip Shop (Not Bob Marley)

(Hingley)

When you're hungry on a Friday in Grishim

They're about the size of a wrestler's thighs

And the

His chicken bits that taste like shit

Nick's Fish Shop (Not Bob Marley)

(Hingley)

Oi!

A Friday night in London

And you're starving for a bite

Just take yourself down to Nick's Fish Shop for some cod and fish delight

Cause Nick's is the worse in London

His chips are all greasy and thick

They're about the size of Mr. T's thighs

And the bacon's all soggy and slick

And if you've gotta be into Nick's place

Goin' a worse you do

You can stuff your guts with lips and butts

You can do it for less than 8 (?)

And if you goin do (?)

Sausages and bacon bits

And the minute size of his horrible pies

And his sausages that taste like shit!

Oi!

Night Train

(Jimmy Forrest, Oscar Washington, Lewis C. Simpkins, 1952)

(Instrumental)

[Pablo's] Night Train

(Jimmy Forrest, Oscar Washington, Lewis C. Simpkins, 1952 / Wright)

(Instrumental)

No Respect (Not Bob Marley)

(Hingley)

Well a rich man counts his time

Like a poor man counts his money

Down on LeMONGY the search for work goes on

For the poor man and his family

Life is a joke, no longer funny (ha ha ha ha)

When there is no respect, there is nothing to draw a path

There is only...

Fear among unemployment

Bad times up ahead

It is cold in winter, it is cold in winter

When your queuing in the morning

Three hours just to sign your name

On the banks of the Thames, there is no self respect

For the poor man and his family

Life is a joke, no longer funny (ha ha ha ha)

When there is no respect, there is nothing to draw a path

There is only...

Fear among unemployment

Bad times up ahead

It is cold in winter, it is cold in winter

When your queuing in the morning

Three hours just to sign your name

On the banks of the Thames, there is no self respect

Now Or Never

(Hingley)

When you say your kicking me out, that's ok I'm leaving

Cause I know what it's all about, or why you don't believe me

I've had it with your lies, I just can't take it

This may come as some surprise, were not gonna make it

Cause it's now or never

There's no point in sticking around, it just makes no sense

Cause I have always found, it won't make no difference

And when I'm hanging with the boys, if I'm not mistaken

You'll be waiting in the dark, with a heart that's breaking

Cause it's now or never

And when I try to sort it out, you don't give me credit

You like to stamp and shout, I may as well forget it

And you better tell me why, I can't wait for ever

And it better be tonight, because it's now or never....

Number Of The Beat

(Hingley)

One more for the rich boys

When there's nothing but the heat

Call the number of the beat

Well half up the west side

Half way down the east

When there's nothing but the heat

Call the number of the beat

Oi

People in the windows waving hands up in the air

Bombs down on the sidewalks and no one really cares

When there's nothing but the heat

Call the number of the beat

Oi

Cause they're halfway up the west side

Halfway up the east

Has it come to this

When there's nothing but the heat

Call the number of the beat

O

One More Bullet

(Hingley)

I've got one more bullet and I'll save it to the morning

The police come a calling

Try to take me without warning

One more bullet, ah oner more bullet

I've got one more bullet and I'll save it till the morning

I got one more bullet and the round is in the chamber

And I ain't scared of dying cos I lived a life of danger

One more bullet

I got one more bullet and I'll save it till the morning

Cos this old pistol is the only friend of mine

Who never let me down

Who never told me lies

And in the morning when they're coming through the door

Maybe I'll find what I've been looking for

Take this message to my baby

Cos it's written in my blood see

She don't need to see me dying and i knows she always loved me

And in the morning when they're coming through the door

Maybe I'll find what I've been looking for……

I got one more bullet and they know they'll never take me

You'll never see me hanging

And they know they'll never break me

One more bullet, one more bullet

One more bullet and I'll save it to the morning

One Track Mind

(Hingley)

Now I've got a one track mind

And I've got it focused on you

Those other girls I left behind

They're washed up, yes they're through

Cause if there's two things that you want

One thing you can have

You'd better make up your mind real fast

Before the whole thing goes bad

Well I used to like running around

And hanging out all over the place

Line'em up and drink'em right down

Toast this funky ball and place

Cause if there's two things that you want

And one thing you can have

You'd better make up your mind real fast

Before the whole thing goes bad

So for a week it was real fine

And the monkey got well spanked

My lover affair had taken a dive

But now it's back on the tracks

I've got a one track mind

"Hello?

Hello?

Yea.

Can I speak to Al?

Hold on please...

You tryin to make a jerk outta me?

Yea!

Why don't you come over here meet me face to face, I'll cut your belly off.

Come on over here, come on over here you yella sonofa bitch!"

(Jerky Boys Sample)

I've got a one track mind

I've got a one track mind

P

Paralyzed

(Hingley)

She's independent and the day is hers

Nothing can stop her as she makes her calls

She can, take it or leave, but she can't believe

But at night another teardrop falls

Her 9 to 5 is on

She works alone

She earns her living by acting tough

Until they got together, it was now or never

But tonight she's paralyzed by love

Here it

See it

But can you say it, can you say it

Here it

See it

But can you say you're paralyzed by love

Questions without answers

Faces without names

Slip and slide

And it's loved or lost

And it makes feel so bad to know she's feeling sad

And they wished their paths had never crossed

Here it

See it

But can you say it, can you say it

Here it

See it

But can you say you're paralyzed by love

If you're proud of your country raise your hand

If you're American come a raise your hand

If you're an English man I saida raise your hand

If you're an Asian man come a raise your hand

If you're a Chinese man I saida raise your hand

If you're a Trinidad man stand raise your hand

To all you rude Americans come raise your hand!

She's independent and the day is hers

Nothing can stop her as she makes her calls

She can, take it or leave, but she can't believe

But at night another teardrop falls

Here it

See it

But can you say it, can you say it

Here it

See it

But can you say you're paralyzed by love

Can you hear it!

Ooohh

Can you see it

Yeahh

Can you say it...

Pendulum

(Hingley)

The pendulum swings

A fresh start that changes everything

Erasing the board

The future's in store

The pendulum swings

Yes your life is on a string

You're suddenly split

Between razor and pit

The pendulum swings

One day your treading lightly

The very next day your high and mighty

Uh ho oh

The pendulum swings

Do you wonder what the next day brings?

It clears off the floor

And evens the score

The pendulum swings

Uh ho oh

The pendulum swings

Do you wonder when the bell will ring?

Suffer your heart

On the fall of the cards

The pendulum swings

It's all over when the lady sings

Could be a clown

You could be a king

One day your treading lightly

The very next day your high and mighty

Uh ho oh

The pendulum swings

Uh ho oh

The pendulum swings

Uh ho oh

The pendulum swings

Pirate Radio

(Hingley)

When I was a boy I use to listen to the radio

Late into the night with the volume down and the lights down low

Tuning in to the 999 they used to call her Caroline

Every Sunday night I listened in midnight to 2

No one had to know we're all alone just you and me

Who gives a damn about the BBC

Out in the channel everyone was free

Listening to the radio, pirate radio

Tuning in to the 999 they used to call her Caroline

Listening to the radio, pirate radio

Now those days are gone

There's no more ship there's no more show

But I still hear those tunes like the young boy I was long ago

Close my eyes and Ii drift away

I hear those songs just like yesterday

Listening to the radio, pirate radio

When I was a boy I use to listen to the radio

Late into the night with the volume up and the lights down low

Tuning in to the 999 we used to call her Caroline

Listening to the radio, pirate radio

Out in the channel everyone was free

Listening to the radio, pirate radio

Listening to the radio, pirate radio...

Ploughshares Into Guns

(Hingley / Wright)

They've taken all the money turned the ploughshares into guns

Gone to an eastern country, bombed them back to kingdom come

With a laser guided weapon some million dollar bomb

Makes a poor man wonder where is that coming from

Take me down

Hear me now

Lying politicians keep afloat this ship of fools

They've stolen all the money from the hospitals and schools

Don't worry about the hungry don't worry about the sick

Just worry about the profits and the way to make them quick

Take me down

Hear me now

Spin it off

Meanwhile back in....

Meanwhile in the city the god of war looks down

The lack of education, gonna tear apart this town

The kids are getting restless, they're armed right to the teeth

The toll in lives expensive while the price of life is cheap

Hey!

Burn it down

Rip it up!

Take me down

Well they've taken all the money turned the ploughshares into guns

Gone to some eastern country and bombed them back to kingdom come

Some million dollar weapon, some laser guided bomb

Makes a poor man wonder where is that coming from

Where is that coming from!

Ploughshares into guns

Ploughshares into guns, yeah

Ploughshares into guns

Ploughshares Version

(Hingley / Wright)

Now this is the version

That rules the ska nation

Playin' on your F.M. station!

They've taken all the money turned the ploughshares into guns

Gone to an eastern country, bombed them back to kingdom come

With a laser guided weapon some million dollar bomb

Makes a poor man wonder where is that coming from

Take me down

Hear me now

Another murda' pon da city corna

Ah da cold dre, da nine millame

Da nine millameta it is a repeata

For turnin (?) clip into most fire!

Da nine millameta

It is a danger

Said youth mon weild in a manner to commit murda

Da nine millemata

A blood red killer

Said little babies gettin shot by lookin out the winda

Another bystander gets caught up in the crossfire

What's the price I have to pay to live a little longa!

Well they've taken all the money turned the ploughshares into guns

Gone to some eastern counrty and bombed them back to kingdom come

Some million dollar weapon, some laser guided bomb

Makes a poor man wonder where is that coming from

Where is that coming from!

Ploughshares into guns

Ploughshares into guns, yeah

Ploughshares into guns

Pool Shark (1985 version)

(Hingley)

Pool Shark

(Hingley)

1, 2, 1 2 3 4!

It's all alive when the air is hot

Just push those quarters in the slot

And get that girl you haven't got

Just use one quarter to loose a lot

Talkin' about a pool shark

Pool shark

In this town without pity there is no chance

No shinning out from a cheap romance

Cause you pay your money and you take your chance

And those downtown dudes pay in advance

Talkin' about a pool shark

Pool shark

Sharky shooter 1 - But you betta understand

Sharky shooter 2 - We are too few on two

Sharky shooter 3 - We betta be lookin irie

Sharky shooter 4 - We have got to keep ya score

Sharky shooter 5 - They might make you a cadaevor

Sharky shooter 6 - They might beat you with a stick

Sharky shooter 7 - Then you go off to heaven

Sharky shooter 8 - And it's much too late!

Well here he comes and he's ready to shoot

With a .38 stuck in his boot

Cause he's loaded with beer and he's loaded with booze

Cause the stinkier he gets the sharper he shoots

Talkin' about a pool shark

Pool shark

Well if you see this man don't hesitate

Just make your break and don't be late

Cause you ain't to drunk and you ain't too late

That's a pool shark

When all your money goes down with the 8

Ah yadalalaladadada

Talkin' about a pool shark

Pool shark

Pool Shark (Reprise)

(Hingley)

Outside in the night this is the spot

Studio one this place is hot

Ska music, reggae, that's what we got

And we'll make you dance if you like it or not

Talkin' about a pool shark

Pool shark

In this town without pity there is no chance

No shinning out from a cheap romance

Cause you take your money, take your chance

Those downtown dudes pay in advance

Talkin' about a pool shark

Pool shark

Well up he comes and he's ready to shoot

With a .38 stuck in his boot

Ready for action, loaded with loot

Sharper he looks, the sharper he shoots

Talkin' about a pool shark

Pool shark

Well if you see this man don't hesitate

Just make that break and don't be late

Cause you ain't too drunk and you ain't too late

When all that money goes down with the 8

Ah yadadadadadadada

Talkin' about a pool shark

Pool shark

Portobello Cello

(?)

Properly

(McCain / Ugbomah "Ranx")

There is trouble in the world today

Fundamental love has gone away,

Apathetic views is what we see are reflected in society

Everybody needs to compromise,

Sit back in life and enjoy the ride

Relieve the stress that's on your mind

Life is so short and there ain't much time...

When will we be free, yeah

Live our lives properly?

Come on

If I was to tell you that I'm near,

To only tell the truth, hope you hear,

Wherever in the world you may reside?

I always carry myself with pride...

See, my old friend taught me that way,

Stay off the streets and you see another day.

Positive people let me hear you say...

That you want to live properly

When will we be free, yeah

To live our lives properly?

Properly....

One for all are we...

Properly!

Live our life properly

Some may call this a type of revolution,

To break down the racist walls that create segregation

Not the physical destruction but a new thought pattern

Were decisions are not made by one strong nation

Our love is just determined by pure emotion, with no speculation, reservation or persecution

Awake your consciousness to move in this here direction

Create a new type of world for you all to fall

When will we be free, yeah

To live our lives properly?

Come on

One for all are we...

Yeah

Live our lives properly

Come on

When will we be free, yeah

Properly....

To live our lives properly?

Properly....

Come on

One for all are we...

yeah

Properly!

Live our life properly

Come on

Properly (NYSJE Version)

(McCain)

There is trouble in the world today

Fundamental love has gone away,

Apathetic views is what we see are reflected in society

Everybody needs to compromise,

Sit back in life and enjoy the ride

Relieve the stress that's on your mind

Life is so short and there ain't much time...

When will we be free, yeah

Live our lives properly?

Come on

If I was to tell you that I'm near,

To only tell the truth, hope you hear,

Wherever in the world you may reside?

I always carry myself with pride...

See, my old friend taught me that way,

Stay off the streets and you see another day.

Positive people let me hear you say...

That you want to live properly

When will we be free, yeah

To live our lives properly?

Properly....

One for all are we...

Properly!

Live our life properly

When will we be free, yeah

To live our lives properly?

Come on

One for all are we...

Yeah

Live our lives properly

Come on

When will we be free, yeah

Properly....

To live our lives properly?

Properly....

Come on

One for all are we...

yeah

Properly!

Live our life properly

Come on

Q

R

Radiation Skank

(Hingley)

When I wake up in the morning

Get my breakfast at the larder

Take my cup of tea

And go out in the garden

What's those lights up in the northern sky?

It looks like London burning

But then could be Bristol

I'm really not that certain

Sorry boys it's a big mistake

Like to stop the rockets

But it's much to late

When it drops its bombs on England

I'll make sure I'm not there

I'll be in the Caribbean

Or somewhere like Australia

Cause I don't want to be a mutant, nor I

Arms and legs in funny places

My elbows where my hands are

My ass right where my face is

Sorry boys it's a big mistake

Like to stop the rockets

But it's much to late

Razor Cut

(Hingley)

Some people live their lives in ignorant bliss

Some people wear their pride like scars on their wrist

I take life straight, with a bit of a twist

Nobody told me it would end up like this

Cause when I ask for more

That's when I find you on the bathroom floor

You bend me out of shape like modeling clay

You can twist me almost every way

There's been to much violence, too much pain

I can't make it through another day

Cause when I ask for more

That's when I find you on the bathroom floor

I said Danger! Danger! There's a man with a knife

I said look out girl you're in the line

I come right in on cue but forget all the lines

Since when has getting ahead been a capital crime

Cause when I ask for more

That's when I find you on the bathroom floor!

Razor Cut (Dub 56 Version)

(Hingley)

Some people live their lives in ignorant bliss

Some people wear their pride like scars on their wrist

I take life straight, with a bit of a twist

Nobody told me it would end up like this

Cause when I ask for more

That's when I find you on the bathroom floor

You bend me out of shape like modeling clay

You can bend me almost every way

There's been to much violence, too much pain

I can't make it through another day

Cause when I ask for more

That's when I find you on the bathroom floor

I said Danger! Danger! There's a man with a knife

I said look out girl you're in the line

I come right in on cue but forget all the lines

Who said that getting some head was a capital crime

Cause when I ask for more

That's when I find you on the bathroom floor!

Recrimination(s)

(Hingley)

We get ourselves in situations I don't understand

That always leads to confrontations getting out of hand

It always ends in recriminations what is it all said

Look here baby for your information coming round the bend

Tuesday is a day I don't like much

Stay out of trouble go down to the pub

Sittin' in the bruiser for an hour or two

Sippin' my Guinness without you

But down you come with your Nag! Nag! Nag!

Bend my ear put the monkey on my back

I get myself inebriate what more can I do!

Give you my heart

But you just don't care

Stare right through me

Like I'm not even there

Twist my ears and pull my hair

Tell me my ideas are up in the air

Do I like it?

No I don't!

It's just another chicken but I stick it in my throat

Will you stop it?

No I won't!

You love to drive me crazy!

Tuesday is a day I don't like much

Stay out of trouble go down to the pub

Sittin' in the bruiser for an hour or two

Sippin' my Guinness without you

But down you come with your Nag! Nag! Nag!

Bend my ear put the monkey on my back

I get myself inebriate what more can I do!

We get ourselves in situations I don't understand

That always leads to confrontations getting out of hand

It always ends in recriminations what is it all said

Look here baby for your information coming round the bend

Give you my heart

But you just don't care

Stare right through me

Like I'm not even there

Twist my ears and pull my hair

Tell me my ideas are up in the air

Do I like it?

No I don't!

It's just another chicken but I stick it in my throat

Will you stop it?

No I won't!

You love to drive me crazy!

Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Yeah aha ha ha aaah....

Renee

(Hingley)

She's the girl who never said goodbye to me

Turned her head an went to walk away

Try as I might I can't sleep at night

I see her face in my dreams

I'm asking you please, don't walk away Renee

She said...

So she's bringing me down

And it's getting me broken hearted

Somehow life just doesn't seem the same

I guess I knew the rules before I started

Knowing the rules doesn't always mean I stop the pain

I hear you been gettin' around

Is that you?

I hear you been cussing me out

Is that true!

So I get on the phone

And caller he at home but she's never there

Rhapsody In Bluebeat

(George Gershwin)

(Instrumental)

Interpretation of "Rhapsody In Blue"

Rhythm And Pain

(Barry)

(Instrumental)

Road To Rio

(Hingley)

We're on the road to Rio

We're goin' down to Para Ti

We're on the road to Rio

We're gonna party, party by the sea

Real the crazy German, has a party on the beach

Gonna drink the

Pinga de banana

Pinga de a zul

I don't know we're drinking

But the sound effects are cool

We're on the road to Rio

We're on the road to Para Ti

We're on the road to Rio

We're gonna party, party by the sea

Pinga de banana

Pinga de a zul

I don't know we're drinking

But the sound effects are cool

Pinga de banana

Pinga de a zul

I don't know we're drinking

But the sound effects are cool

We're on the road to Rio

We're on the road to Para Ti

Road Warrior

(?)

Road, road warrior!

His enemies, couldn't be sorrier

They knew they'd met a man with a capital hand

He took care of business and he took care them

Those that say he is no hero

Those are the ones that weren't there

On his way to hell or bust

Roseanne

(Hingley)

Yeah

Roseanne

There's nothing wrong with this here groove

So everybody shake your hips

Put your hands in the air and shake'em like this

And do the Roseanne

It's a tight groove

I gotta new move

It's a dance we call the Roseanna

Backyard

It's the Toasters we jammin' Roseanne

Yeah

Roseanne

Why do you even try

the African the Mother Land

The only man with the hand in hand

To the father up above

That's not what needs to happen

Cause we were here first

And they came up tappin

All those that believe in unity

We can get it together and jam on Roseanne

Roseanne

Ro Ro Roseanne

Roseanne

Rosanne why'd you bother me

Rosanne why don't you go...

Rosanne why'd you bother me!

Rosanne why'd you bother me

Rosanne why don't you go...

Rosanne why'd you bother me!

All the pressures in the world can be done

Just put your hands together and shake'em like this

And do the Roseanne

Roseanne

Ro Ro Roseanne

She's the type of lady that will never let you down

For every little deed there is a price to pay

Somebody get it together let's do the Roseanne

Rosanne why'd you bother me

Rosanne why don't you go...

Rosanne why'd you bother me...

Roughnecks

(Ugbomah "Ranx")

Rude, Rude Baby

(Sledge)

I'm gonna tell you a story

About this girl of mine

Don't ever make her angry

Or she'll kick your behind

She's a rude, rude baby

Yeah she's a rude, rude baby

You're just too rude for me

I don't mind you drinkin'

But something you gotta fix

The alcohol and attitude

They just don't mix

You're a rude, rude baby

Yeah, a rude, rude baby

Now you're a rude, rude baby

Just too rude for me

Come on get rude for me!

Wow!

Now I'll try a little something here...

You know I like your hair

The rude girl way you dress

But when you get into a fight

You come home a mess

You're a rude, rude baby

You're just too rude for me

She wears tattoos

All over her frame

She fights like Mike Tyson

But I love her just the same

She's a rude, rude baby

Yeah she's a rude, rude baby

Girl's just too rude for me!

Yeah!

Rudy Christmas A Jail

(Hingley)

Rudy spent his Christmas in jail

Rudy couldn't get out on bail

This time rude boys must fail

He's gotta stay in, he ain't gonna win

Rudy spent his Christmas in jail

Now Rudy made a big mistake

Spendin' money that turned out fake

Rudy's planned a great big break

Maybe Santa bring a file in a cake

He's gotta stay in, he ain't gonna win

Rudy spent his Christmas in jail

Hush up Rudy, crime does not pay

No Christmas puddin' for you

Someone got a ticket for parking his sleigh

Now Santa's in the buggy too

Ahh ha ha

He ain't gonna win, he's gotta stay in,

Rudy spent his Christmas in jail

Hit me chunk ola!

Rude boy, I sentence you to 400 years!

Man said he just didn't care

Sentence Rudy down to 400 years

Now Rudy's down in pullin' hard

Labor in the prison yard

He ain't gonna win, he's gotta stay in,

Rudy spent his Christmas in jail

Rudy couldn't get no bail

This time rude boys must fail

He ain't gonna win, he's gotta stay in,

Rudy spent his Christmas in jail

Come on now Rudy, crime does not pay

No Christmas puddin' for you

Someone got a ticket for parking his sleigh

Now Santa's in the buggy too

Ahh ha ha

He ain't gonna win, he's gotta stay in,

Rudy spent his Christmas in jail

Run Rudy Run

(Hingley / Percy Aggett)

Off into the orient on the road towards the heat

We missed a vital turning on the road towards the east

Straight ways odd ways sideways running off towards the sun

You hear nothing from your logic clock

Run Rudy run

Hit the inner city before the main man hits the town

Spent our cash on looking flash and heavy jab jab sound

The clubs have turned their bouncers on the drunken mindless crowd

You hear nothing from your logic clock

Run Rudy run

Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold

We push for radio city reach our rasta nasty cold

Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old

You hear nothing from your logic clock

Run Rudy run

Silence in the city on the night before the crash

The cops have sold their holdings at the diamond Wigmore bash

The clubs have turned their goon squad on the drunken struggling mass

Nothing from your logic clock

Run Rudy run

Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold

We push for radio city reach our rasta nasty cold

Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old

You hear nothing from your logic clock

But run Rudy run

Run Rudy run

You get nothing from your logic clock

But run Rudy, run Rudy, run....

Run Rudy Run (Redux)

(Hingley / Percy Aggett)

S

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,

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,

They're giving you a number

And they take away your name...

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,

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

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

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!

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.

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...

(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...

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........

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........

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........

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...

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...(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

T

Talk Is Cheap

(Hingley)

Well, I heard that news by the man in the street

How his shades are cool and his Doc's are sweet

Ska music, reggae it's the same old beat

But it's different clothes on a new elite

Oi!

Well, I heard that news from the man in the street

How his Doc's are cool and his shades are sweet

Ska music, reggae it's the same old beat

But it's different clothes on a new elite

And I heard that rap about unity,

That only works when the beers are free...

Talk to me about pickin up the slack

Turn around and stab me right in the back!

Hoi!

Talk is cheap!

Payin your dues cause nothing is free

And your making a deal that means nothing to me

And your missing the point if you can't see

This is '87 not '63!

And you talk to me about the problems of the world

You're trying to pull your best friends girl

Talk to me about picking up some slack

Turn around and stab me right in the back!

Talk is cheap!

Well, I heard that news by the man in the street

How his shades are cool and his Doc's are sweet

Ska music, reggae it's the same old beat

But it's different clothes on a new elite

And I heard that rap about unity,

That only works when the beers are free...

Talk to me about pickin' up the slack

And then you turn around and stab me right in the back! hey!

Talk is cheap!

Yea talk is cheap...

Talk is cheap!

Talk Is Cheap (Hard Band For Dead Version)

(Hingley)

Well, I heard that news from the man in the street

Shades are dope, your Doc's are sweet

Ska music, reggae it's a brand new beat

It's the same old tunes on a new wave beat

And I heard some crap about unity,

That only works when the beers are free...

Talk is cheap!

Well, you're coming with a plan

And it's something to me, something about an ABC

You're missing the point, cause you don't see,

This way past 1963!

Talk to me about the problems of the world...

You wanna bone your best friend's girl

Yeah!

Talk is cheap!

Well talk is cheap!

Followmefollowmefollowmefollowmefollowme

Followmefollowme

Follow me follow me follow me

Follow me

Talk to me about the problems of the world...

You wanna bone your best friend's girl

(cause she's got a fat ass)

Talk to me about unity,

That only works when the beers are free!

Hey!

Talk is cheap!

Yea talk is cheap...

Talk is cheap!

Thieving The Police

(Hingley)

(Instrumental)

Thrill Me Up

(Hingley)

Well I've been coming round here, for so long

Suddenly everything, seems so wrong

Like digging myself deeper, into a hole

Until I met you girl, I was just waiting to get old

But now you thrill me up

You thrill me up

And you fill me up with everything I need

It's not that easy for me, to explain

With out embarrassment girl, and lot's of pain

You know that I'm not use to all this honesty

This whole love thing is such a risk to me

Now I've been coming round here, for so long

Suddenly everything, seems so wrong

Like digging myself deeper, into a hole

Til I met you girl, I was just waiting to get old

But now you thrill me up

You thrill me up

And you fill me up with everything I need

What do you do for me girl?

Thrill me up

What do you do for me girl?

Thrill me up

You thrill me thrill me

Thrill me thrill me

I don't wanna see you one more time

Turn around and you'll be mine

Thrill Me Up (Chris Murray And The Secondhands)

(Hingley)

Well I've been coming round here, for so long

Suddenly everything, seems so wrong

Like digging myself deeper, into a hole

Until I met you girl, I was just waiting to get old

But now you thrill me up

You thrill me up

And you fill me up with everything I need

It's not that easy for me, to explain

With out embarrassment girl, and lot's of pain

You know that I'm not use to all this honesty

This whole love thing is such a risk to me

Bud doba down bown down

Buboba bomp bow down

Bud doba down bown down

Buboba bomp bow down

Well I've been coming round here, for so long

Suddenly everything, seems so wrong

Like digging myself deeper, into a hole

Til I met you girl, I was just waiting to get old

It's not that easy for me, to explain

With out embarrassment girl, and lot's of pain

You know that I'm not use to all this honesty

This whole love thing is such a risk to me

But now you thrill me up

You thrill me up

And you fill me up with everything I need

You thrill me up

You thrill me up...

Thrill Me Up (Astromash Dub [Chris Murray And the Secondhands])

(Hingley)

Bud doba down bown down

Buboba bomp bow down

Suddenly everything seemed so wrong

But now you thrill me up

You thrill me up

Thrill me up

You know that I'm not used

Used, used...

Toast On The Coast

(The Crew / Toasters)

(Instrumental)

Today's A Good Day

(McCain)

Boy, get your ass up outta bed!

My life is more than what men make of it, I've always said

Don't put your trust in the wrong person, or you'll wind up dead

And if you need to find another way to ease your mind

Be true to yourself and in time everything will be fine

Today's a good day ah

To live up to my reputation

Today's a good day ah

To free us up and ska the nation

No matter what you say ah

The groove will continue to play ah play ah

Until the day we are repaid yo

Here I sit thinking about the road that we have traveled

And every other man still hopes that we become unraveled

I do not claim to know the answer to every single question

All that I can really say is we are on a worldly mission

Today's a good day ah

To live up to my reputation

Today's a good day ah

To free us up and ska the nation

No matter what you say ah

The groove will continue to play ah play ah

Until the day we are repaid oh

Hoi!

Today's a good day ah

To live up to my reputation

Today's a good day ah

To free us up and ska the nation

No matter what you say ah

The groove will continue to play ah play ah

Until the day we are repaid oh

Hoi! uh

Chickita boom boom boom

Uh

Chickita boom boom

Chickita, chickita, chickita, chickita, chickita, chickita

Today's a good day

Too Hip To Be Cool

(Hingley)

This chameleon guy from a midwest town

He's come to the city, get his politics down

New age guru with all that entails

He's saving the planet, he's saving some whales

He says he's a painter, one day he directs

He's changing all the subjects from one hour to the next

With his fabulous new haircut, his 2-seater car

He takes it to the limit but he pushes too far

He's too hip, to be cool

Too hip to be cool

Too hip, to be cool

So he'll take you out, to some trendy bar where

Some tie-dyed moron, all tatters in hair

Plays her one note solo to a crowd dressed in black

It's an inside job cause he slides in the back

And he comes on out as a rennaissance man

And though he can't spell it it's the reason he can

Bust right on out with some radical view

That he says is correct but that don't think that's true

Too hip, to be cool

Too hip to be cool, ahh

Too hip, to be cool

Too hip to be cool

There's one in every town

Too hip, to be cool

Too hip to be cool

Too hip, to be cool

Too hip to be cool

Lala laddat da da

Bumpbon badt dant

So you take yourself out, with your fair weather friends

You gotta get real, no time to pretend

When you stick your next out, you can't get it back

You're so full of shit, they won't cut you no slack

And he's too hip, to be cool

Too hip to be cool,

Too hip, to be cool

Too hip to be cool

Too hip, to be cool

Too hip to be cool, ahh

Too hip, to be cool

Too hip to be cool

Too Much Happening

(Hingley)

T-Time

(Grinnell)

Step up, with you cup!

T-Time!

2-Tone Army

(Hingley)

There's a new bug that's goin' around,

Gonna blast shockwaves over your town

Take your own system and knock it down,

With a nineties beat on a fifties sound

They're wearing bomber flights

Combat boots,

Skater pants and sixties suits

In a lifestyle that's hard to refute,

It's a modern look, but it's all about roots.

2-Tone Army! (Go ahead! Go ahead!)

You don't need no member to let yourself in.

You don't need no language or color of skin.

Don't need no money to make a contribution,

To be a part of the 2-Tone revolution.

There's a new bug that's goin' around,

Gonna blast shockwaves all over your town

Your fucking system and smash it down,

It's a nineties beat on a fifties sound

They're wearing bomber flights and combat boots,

They're wearing skater pants, they're wearing sixties suits

It's a lifestyle that's hard to refute,

It's looks real modern but it's all about roots

2-Tone Army! (Go ahead! Go ahead!)

Tunisia

(John Gillespie, Frank Paparelli)

(Instrumental)

U

Underground Town

(Waldo)

Unity Crew

(Dinsmore)

I think you know what I'm talking about

You've seen us out knocking about

Cause the times is near

The Toasters comin and we're playing for beer

So here's to you, we are the Unity Crew

We think you'll know what to do

Swing your arms, shuffle your feet, to the sound that is so sweet

Break it down one time

Swing your arms and shuffle those feet

The sound that is so sweet

Watch us!

Remember the days, here comes a holiday

Dancing all night, just to sleep all day

At the place tonight

So let's get it right

On the dance floor tonight

We came here just to rock you

And we think you'll know what to do

You gotta swing your arms

V

W

Walk The Streets Alone

(Grinnell)

The day grows short, his beard grows long

The shadows run from his feet to the lawn

He cracks a beer and carries on

He sips his drink as he sings his song:

"I walk the streets alone."

His clothes were meant for an older man

He covers the holes with the palm of his hand

He takes his meals with a spoon from a can

He washes up in a bar when he can

He walks the streets alone

The darkness drives him home

The wind sounds like a bomb

And he - doesn't know if it really happened

Many people twice his size

Surround his bed at night

So he waits up for the light

The rising sun seems twice as bright

"He walks the streets alone."

The sun it sets, the city sleeps

Past the darkened houses does he creep?

The happy people in their beds

Many colours fill their heads

"I won't get there 'till I'm dead."

Many people twice his size

Stand around his bead at night

So he waits for the light

The rising sun seems twice as bright

He walks the streets alone

The darkness drives him home

THe wind sounds like a bomb

And he - doesn't know if it really happened

Day-turns to night, and he's far away

They-say he's bright, in a special way

The day grows short, his beard grows long

The shadows run from his feet to the lawn

He cracks a beer and carries on

He sips his drink as he sings his song:

"I walk the streets alone."

His clothes were meant for an older man

He covers the holes with the palm of his hand

He takes his meals with a spoon from a can

He washes up in a bar when he can

He walks the streets alone

The darkness drives him home

THe wind sounds like a bomb

And he - doesn't know if it really happened

War Is Over

(Yoko Ono, John Lennon)

Watermelon Man

(Hancock)

Wayo

(Hingley)

Wayo oooh ohh oh

Well you're out for a date on a Saturday night

Out for a date with your mates and a couple of pints

Get so drunk, get so tight

When you hit that seat is when they turn out the lights

Wayo

And you're looking round for a piece of cup

And you look for your money and it ain't enough

And the wiskey's like water and the girls are tough

At the Boarderline you'll liable to laugh

Wayo

Oi monkey man were'd you get that suit

Lay off the peg, it's covered with dirt

You got beer on your collar

Mess on your shirt

Don't you think that you've had enough...

Noooooo.........

Wayo oooh ohh oh

Well you're out for a date on a Saturday night

With a bus load of mates and your out for a bite

And the wiskey's like water

And the boys are hanging tight

Come on boys it's a winnner tonight

Wayo

And you (?) and the rest of the blokes

Spend all your money on booze and coke

The bouncer's mean, don't like your jokes

And the girls don't like it when you tell them your broke

Wayo

Wayo, wayo

Wayo, wayo!

Weekend In LA

(Dinsmore / Hingley)

Weekend In LA (Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down Version)

(Dinsmore / Hingley)

Yeah!

Come on!

Wooo!

Took a weeks vacation

Holiday in the sun

Come on

Weekend down in California

See what's going on

Woooo

Doin time in the city

I just don't understand

I could be lyin with some freak

Do some limbo dance

Weekend in LA

Hey!

On my way to the South

And a holiday in Red Square

Round trip down Jamacia way

To check some rude boy there

Aw rude bwoy!

Camel ride in Egypt

Should head to the south of Frace

I could be lyin on some beach

Do some limbo dance

Weekend in LA

Hoi! Uh!

Pick it up

Ah oh eh!

Pick it up

Bought a ticket

Game of cricket

Place called Pakistan

Sheik Ali said give me the key

You can crib on my devan

Woooo

Met up with some Mexicanos

Sign it over booze

Ruby said, "What's goin on!"

Have you heard the news!

Weekend in LA

Yea...

What's up with Tanzania

or may be Tenerife

You see I got to get a breather

Before I kick out someone's teeth

You said see me later

But I don't see quite how

How will you see me later

If you can't see me now?

Weekend in LA

Weekend in LA|

Yea...

Pick it up

Hoi! Ha ha!

Woooo

Aaaaah ha ha ha haha...............

We Three Kings

(J.H. Hopkins)

What A Gwan

(Hingley / Nwagbaraocha)

Why Oh Why (Dog Eat Dog Version)

(Lindo / Toasters)

Oh why oh why

Said oh wha ya yi yi

Yabba yi ya yi huh!

Oh why oh why

Said oh wha ya yi yi

Yabba yi ya yi

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Oh momma an try isaida we try

Everyday now in da ghetto we struggle en die

En said those feelings so did I

We ask da questi-on oh why oh why

En now in da ghetto we live don do we learn

A feel me ghetto heat an me heart get burned

We it did we had to look and take concern

Ad da see de mo question again

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Early mornin we knockin ona rich man door

Tell da rich punk dem wi not stand no more

Ghetto people we tired an dats fo sure

Sufferation, we can't no more!

En now in da ghetto we live don do we learn

A feel me ghetto heat an me heart get burned

We it did we had to look and take concern

Ad da see de mo question again

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Now in the ghetto when we live and

Said ghetto people we rise up bam bam

Said ghetto people, we havta stand up, lawd

And wea struggle through life anda we neva give up

And wea struggle through life anda we gotta keep up

I saida roots I saida culture and we out!

An ghetto people we just like dat!

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Oz!

Early mornin we knockin ona rich man door

Tell da rich punk dem wi not stand no more

Ghetto people we tired an dats fo sure

Sufferation, we can't no more!

En now in da ghetto we live don do we learn

A feel me ghetto heat an me heart get burned

We it did we had to look and take concern

Ad da see de mo question again

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Now in the ghetto when we live and

Said ghetto people we rise up bam bam

Said ghetto people, we havta stand up, lawd

And wea struggle through life anda we neva live up

And wea struggle through life anda we neva give up

I saida roots I saida culture and we out!

An ghetto people we just like dat!

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Circle!

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Why Oh Why (Enemy Of The System Version)

(Lindo / Toasters)

Now baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby as I would say

Music like dis make the whole world go

Oh why oh why

Said oh wha ya yi yi

Oh yabba yi ya yi huh!

Oh why oh why

Said oh wha ya yi yi

Oh yabba yi ya yi

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Oh momma an try isaida we try

Everyday now in da ghetto we struggle en die

En said those feelings so did I

We ask da questi-on oh why oh why

En now in da ghetto we live don do we learn

A feel me ghetto heat an me heart get burned

We it did we had to look and take concern

Ad da see de mo question again

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Early mornin we knockin ona rich man door

Tell da rich punk dem wi not stand no more

Ghetto people we tired yes dats fo sure

Sufferation, we can't no more!

En now in da ghetto we live don do we learn

A feel me ghetto heat an me heart get burned

We it did we had to look and take concern

Ad da see de mo question again

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Now in the ghetto when we live and don do we learn

Said ghetto people we rise up bam bam

Said ghetto people, we havta stand up, lawd

And wea struggle through life anda we neva give up

And wea struggle through life anda we gotta keep up

I saida roots I saida culture and we out

An ghetto people we just like dat!

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Early mornin we knockin ona rich man door

Tell da rich punk dem wi not stand no more

Ghetto people we tired an dats fo sure

Sufferation, we can't no more!

En now in da ghetto we live don do we learn

A feel me ghetto heat an me heart get burned

We it did we had to look and take concern

Ad da see de mo question again

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

And we lovanity this and we lovanity that

Almighty one

Then ya leave me alone

Ghetto people itsa time that we sing!

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Winter Wonderland

(Felix Bernard / Dick Smith)

Worry

(Hingley)

Now I worry

And I'm gonna need it

Why should I pay for something I can get for free

Worry (Remix 98)

(Hingley)

Woyay

(Lindo / Malles)

Get on down, get on down

Come on!

Get, get on down, get on down

Get on down, get on down

Mi sey woi yai yoi yai yoi yai yai

Yu neva heard ma baby when ma baby dida cry

Woi yai yoi yai yoi yai yai

Yu neva heard ma baby watch mi hear mi

Put dem ina office tink dem did a try

Everything dem sey was a big bag a lie

Climbing up di ladder with political fame

Helping poor people dem naa bear di name

Get on down, get on down

Get on down

Who fi listen who fi hear mek dem hear

Wid da whole wide world dis ya message mi share

Some wi tek it personal - Ruby don't care

Good ganga weed ma fi bun

Bunning up di eagle and the bear

Facing dem devil wi have no fear

Almighty father guide I there

Sing me real easy bong ge ma de char

Get on down, get on down

Get on down

Come on bring it down

I feel di earth tumbling at my feet

Moving and I'm dacning to a rebellious beat

Hot blooded people could a never be tamed

Wi a freedom fighter in a wi vain dat ordained

All weh dem do trying to inflict pain

Wi de yah standing strong dem doing dat in vain

so tek the strain from off a yu brain

And mek wi travel on righteous plain

Get on down, get on down

On your own business does not work

Everyday in our system is more than i worth

Check with the fool they'll try and hurt you

Check in yourself and find your worth

Dem a tie you up and play you like a fool

Take you everyday all you wicked and you cool

Take you for fool take you for cool

Ghetto people you better stand up no!

Get on down, get on down

Get on down

Come on Ruby!

Mi sey woi yai yoi yai yoi yai yai

Yu neva heard ma baby when ma baby dida cry

Woi yai yoi yai yoi yai yai

Yu neva heard ma baby watch mi hear mi

Put dem ina office tink dem did a try

Everything dem sey was a big bag a lie

Climbing up di ladder with political fame

Helping poor people dem naa bear di name

Get on down, get on down

Get, get on down, get on down

Get on down, get on down

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