***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
And 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!)
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!)
2-Tone Army! (Go ahead! Go ahead!)
***ABC's (Berbard/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 intervenous 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 ecstacy
Mister Lionel fe and a why - The choice you make is yes or no
Zozo fe 'Z' - So don't be a zero
ABC, abc....
***ABC's (Berbard/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 intervenous injection
Jazz up the 'J' -C'mon jazzy, just try one
No moreKKK - 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 ecstacy
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
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!
Tanks 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 a 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 batteries
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
*** B27 (Storkman)***
This song is an instrumental
*** Barney (Lindo/Toasters)***
Now this one's about the wickedest Roadie of them all
The wickedest Rudie Roadie called Barney of the England town
Barney Rubble Mon!
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
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?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
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 won't have no regrets
"Water with bubbles, steak and chips"
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
The reggae trumpet!
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
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?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
What's the price of your t-shirt Barney?
Oh behave, uhahah yea!
*** Big Red (Music: Reiter)***
Big Red...
Mean and Nasty!
***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 the 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
***Daddy Cry (Lyrics: Hingley/Music: 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 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 messege 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' (Lyrics: Ranx/Music: 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
*** Dave Goes Crazy (Trad. Arr.)***
This song is an instrumental
"interesting note"
this is their interpretation of a song called "Flight of the Bumble
Bee"
*** Davina (What You Doin' To Me) (Hingley)***
This song is a Lower
East Side Buck song, being, Bucket took the "Rudy Christmas A Jail"
music, reworked it a bit and put new lyrics over it.
Davina what you doin' to me
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
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?
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah 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 what you doin' 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
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
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
I'm begging
you see
I'm
down on my knees
Davina
what you doin' to me
Davina what you doin' to me
*** Decision At Midnight (Hingley)***
Johnny's got a problem and he's shooting above
Decision at midnight
I heard him tellin Mr. Trouble that the job don't pay enough
Now Johnny goes and drops out of site
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 pride
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 got caught and charged 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
Still remember what 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
Decision at midnight
So win or lose
If you run alright
The choice is yours
Decision at midnight!
At midnight!
*** Devil and A .45 (Lyrics & Music: 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 aurally 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,
Good for an old tired fears
Beat down,
Front teeth dem gone out da place
Beat down,
You're living yourself in this first!
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
Said on de ground!
*** Direction (Lyrics: Hingley/Music: 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!
***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 (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
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
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
***Don't Blame Me (Lyrics: Dinsmore/Music: 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 a different 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 (Lyrics :Dinsmore, Blanco/Music: Toasters)***
Hey! Fantástico 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 mí
Dí 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
Dí lo que tu quieras but
Don't blame me!
Llorando, llorando y llorando
A mí la mente me esta transtornando
Es que contigo yo no se qué 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
Qué son niño no me lo voy a galar (?)
Y te lo digo y te lo digo
La culpa es tuya y de nadie más
Así 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 así
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 mí
Dí 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
Dí lo que tu quieras
But don't blame me!
Y te lo digo y te lo digo una vez más
La culpa es tuya y de nadie más
Así que hombre latina ponte las pilas
***Don't Come Running (Faulkner)***
Now my angulio gwan so
Sake 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 it 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 (Lyrics: Hingley, Lindo/Music: Hingley)***
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 won't play ball, won't do as I'm told
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
Ah we livin in da ghetto
On da streets of dis town
...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 (Lyrics: Miles/Music: 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
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
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 forever
Don't say forever
Don't say forever
Don't say forever
Don't say foreva...
***Don't Say Forever (Lover's Mix 98) (Lyrics: Miles/Music: 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
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 (Lyrics: Natchelo '89)***
Don't touch crack
Don't touch crack
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
Don't touch crack
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
Don't touch crack
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
***Drinkning Song (Hingley)***
This song is a Lower
East Side Buck song, it was a secret track at the end of the Skanaholics Unanimous cd.
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 for ever
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
Dub Dub Dub 56
Dub Dub Dub 56
Dub Dub Dub 56
General population
Vegged 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
Dub Dub Dub 56
Dub Dub 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 (Hingley) chat mix (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 rudsbwoy 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
Oringinal 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 56
Me 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 lootin no kickin no looting no shootin
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 bline
mi deal vid de lyrics fe uplift mankind
You hear disah one and disah one it is a sign
and outa fe me mout dem ah lyric dem is mine
So big up fi you chest because we big everytime
and anywhere dat we goahgo mek you all whynne
And nuff gal pickney haft fe give me slow grind
You no say good lric 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
***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 sticka 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!
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
East Side Beat
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 he 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
Was that he 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…
Enemy of the system…
Enemy of the system…
Enemy of the system…
Enemy of the system…
Enemy of the system…
***Everything You Said Has Been A Lie (Lyrics & Music: 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
***Feliz Navidad***
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero año y felicidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero año y felicidad
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero año y felicidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero año y felicidad
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart
***Fire In My Soul (Lyrics: Lindo/Music: Hingley)***
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
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
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
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
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
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
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!
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 (Lyrics: Hingley, Ugbomah/Music: 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
***Gimme Some Lovin' (Lyrics: Winwood/Music: 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 (Lyrics: Dinsmore/Music: 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***
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 (Lyrics: Ranx/Music: 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
Girl girl you're no goody goody
Girl girl you're no goody goody
And Coolie Rankin nah go mek no mistake
Girl girl you're no goody goody
Girl girl you're no goody goody
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
Girl girl you're no goody goody
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
Girl girl you're no goody goody
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 damn place
Girl girl you're no goody goody
Girl girl you're no goody goody
Girl girl you're no goody goody
Im feelin our lova hav ta wait!
Girl girl you're no goody goody
Girl girl you're no goody goody
Girl girl you're no goody goody
Im feelin our lova hav ta wait!
***Haitian Frustration (Bernard)***
Yo baby doll, what's up with that
Won't you please tell me whatcha gonna do next
From what I understand there's just not 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
(still trying to figure out)
You became a king, you an idiot I mean
Now I understand why your such a
Going around calling yourself leaders
I tell you what you are...
You're just a dick...tator!
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
A Haitian we do be election
Never again will she did to (?)
To be free is the right of everyone
But look at you know you always on the run
Listen (?) I'm so sorry to say
Little hate will give you no be...t
Yo baby doll, what's up with that
Won't you please tell me whatcha gonna do next
From what I understand there's just not a chance
Or better yet, why don't you check wid France
Going around calling yourself leaders
I tell you what you are...
You're just a dick...tator!
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
***Haitian Frustration Remix (Bernard)***
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
I go yea, I go yea
I go yea am paria la am way
***Happy Christmas***
Happy christmas
Happy christmas
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
Happy 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
Happy christmas
Happy christmas
It's a wonderful time of year
Happy christmas
Happy christmas
Happy christmas
It's a wonderful time of year
It's a wonderful time of year
It's a wonderful time of year
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 quarts 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 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...
Take 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
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
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...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
What a hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
***Havana (This Gun for Hire)***
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
This gun's for hire
This gun's for hire
This gun's for hire
Hmmmm yea
This gun's for hire...
***History Book (Hingley)***
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
Will you remember my name?
History book
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 Elisabeth's toast
History book
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
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 homes 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
My history book
My history book
My history book
My history book
***History Book Version (Lyrics: Hingley, Wright/Music: Hingley) ***
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
Will you remember my name?
History book
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 Elisabeth's toast
History book
History book
Let's take a look
At my history book
As a little youth 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 homes 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
My history book
My history book
My history book
My history book
***History Of Ska (Lyrics: Hingley, Wright)
Great expectations come from tings dat start off small
So Ska was invented inna di dancehall
Crimpline dress
Crystall ball
Di young ladies of the day
Would dance the night away
Wid di ruffess tuffess rude bwoy
From outta J.A.
This is the history of Ska
Wid a likkle Two-Tone flavour
Stepping all over
Each an every corner
Who Jah bless
Mus' prosper......
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