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 jobs have turned to vapor
I worry about the real world
It still looks good on paper
Little hidden secrets, little hidden secrets

The blindman 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 blindman 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
Little hidden secrets.
Little hidden secrets..
Little hidden secrets....

***Manipulator***

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 "I ei!"
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 bitch
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...
Manipulator...
Manipulator...

Manipulator
What kinda girl is she?
Manipulator
She a rude bwoy hateta
So see you latea...

***Marlboro Man (Lyrics: Ranx/Music: 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***

The lif 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!

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 ***

This is an instrumental song

"interesting note"
this is their interpretation of the theme from the old t.v. show "Get Smart"

***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
Whatch me...

How come the dance is over?
She bon
How come the dance is over?
She love
How come the dance is over?
How come the dance is over?
Chi!

And to de police we talk of our ammends
I met di girl dat hate de violence
Me president 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 suv
Takes it down the gym so people can see
Won't say damn cos he's too pc
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

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

Modern world america
Oh no no no
Modern world america

Modern world...

***Mona (Lyrics: Hingley, Wright/Music: 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 ne 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

***Monkey's Can't Drink (Hingley)***

This song is a Lower East Side Buck song, being, Bucket took the "Bye, Bye Baby" music, reworked it a bit and put new lyrics over it.

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

That's what separates the monkeys from the man

***Mouse (Reiter)***

This is an instrumental song

"interesting note"
this is their interpretation of the theme from "Mighty Mouse"
The New York Ska Jazz Ensemble has been known to play this live.

***Naked City***

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!
Havin' 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 (New York Fever)
New York Fever (New York Fever)
New York Fever again...

*** Night Train***

This is an instrumental song.

***Now Or Never***

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....

***One Track Mind***

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
I've got a one track mind
I've got a one track mind
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!

I've got a one track mind
I've got a one track mind
I've got a one track mind
I've got a one track mind

***Pablo's Shebeen (Lyrics: 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...

***Pendulum (Hingley)***

The pendulum swings
A fresh start that changes everything
Erasing the board
The future's in store
The pendulum swings

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

The pendulum swings
Do you wonder what the next day brings?
It clears off the floor
And evens the score
The pendulum swings

The pendulum swings
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

The pendulum swings
It's all over when the lady sings
Could be a clown
You could be a king

***Properly (McCain/Ugbomah)***

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
To live our lives properly?
Come on

If I was to tell you that I'm near,
to only tell the truth,
won't you hear,
wherever in the world
you may reside?
I'm only scaring
myself with pride...
See, my old friend
taught me that
way, stay off the streets
and see another day.
Positive people let me
hear you say...
that you want to live
you live our lives properly?
One for all are we...
to live our life properly.

***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 modelling 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 (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 modelling 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....

***Secret Agent Man (Johnny Rivers)

There's a man who lives a life of danger,
For everyone he meets, he stays a stranger
With every move he makes, a bigger chance he takes,
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow

Secret a-a-agent man,
Secret a-a-agent man,
They're giving you a number,
And they take away your name...

Beware of those pretty faces you find,
Cause a pretty face can hide an evil mind!
Be careful what you say, cause you could give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow!

Secret a-a-agent man,
Secret a-a-agent man,
They're giving you a number
And they take away your name...

Secret a-a-agent man,
Secret a-a-agent man,
They're giving you a number
And they take away your name

Chillin' on the Riviera one day,
Lying on da Bombay at da next day...
Don't let the whole world slip, while kissin' persuasive lips
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man,
Secret agent man,
they're giving you a number
and they take away your name!

***Shebeen (Lyrics: Hingley)***

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 one 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...

***Skafinger (The Toasters)***

Ska!

Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda get'em ska!

Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda like dat!

Ska
Ska
Ska
Finger
Finger
Finger
Ska

Jump!

Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda get'em ska!

Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda like dat!

Finger, skafinger, skafinger
Huh!
Finger, finger, skafinger

Finger, skafinger
Skafinger, skafinger, skafinger

Ska!
Ska!
Ska!

Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda get'em ska!

Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda like dat!

Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda get'em ska!
Ska...
Weda wan weda wan weda ska
Weda wan weda wan weda come down!

We bofa mash it and we both dem again, so!
We bofa mash it and we move dem again, like dat!
We bofa twist it and we run dim around, pon!

***Skaternity (Reiter/McCain)***

(These lyrcis were taken from the Brazilian release of HBFD)

Check your time and
check it everyday.
We move into the future times, no
mater what you say.
Ten long years is
quite a price to pay.
What we bring is good to you,
to ska, your future day.
Skaternity...
Now it's time to
kick it into gear.
We make the best of our time,
no one else can interfere.
We now say to get
your groove today.
The upbeat swing
that makes you away,
to ska, your future day...
Skaternity...

***Skinhead Stan, Secret Agent Man (by 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

***Social Security (Hingley)***

Yeah ah yeah ah yeah...
Yeah ah yeah........

My girlfriend says she's leaving cause I haven't got a job
Got nothing for christmas she said she's feeling rough
She said I got no prospects, nothing that will last, no
I'm feeling pretty fragile, my heart is made of glass

Social security........wo oh
Social security........

I go looking for trouble hanging out in bars
I end up seeing double, double, smashing up my car
It's not long 'fore friends are gone, I'm hanging in the street
Up is down and down is up, my circle is complete

Social security........
Social...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah...

Less the education, no examinations passed
Wasted my school days smoking reefer in the van
Got no diplomas in your history or math
I'll end up with no future just learining about your past

Social securtiy........yeah
Social...
Social securtiy........yeah
Social....oh.....

***Social Security (Hingley)***

Yeah ah yeah ah yeah...
Yeah ah yeah ah yeah........
Yeah ah yeah ah yeah...
Yeah ah yeah ah yeah........

My girlfriend says she's leaving cause I never got a job
Got nothing for christmas she said she's feeling rough
Sez I got no prospects, nothing that will last
Feeling pretty fragile, my heart is made of glass

Social security........
Social security........

Get myself in trouble hanging out in bars
Drink my wiskey double, then smashing up my car
Not long 'fore friends are gone I'm hanging in the street
System overloaded-program incomplete

Social security........
Social security........

Got no education, no examinations passed
Got no diplomas in history or maths
Wasted all my school days smoking reefer in the grass
Thrown away my future cause I messed up all my past

Social securtiy........
Social security........

***Speak Your Mind (Hingley/Rice)***

(These lyrcis were taken from the Brazilian release of HBFD)

Speak your mind, little brother,
speak your mind.
It's how you leave
your trouble 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,
they say they're better
than the whole human race.
But these people are very soon
defeated when you start up with
your finger in their face...
Speak your mind, little brother,
speak your mind.
It's how you leave all
your troubles behind!
You'll always feel best, when you
get it off your chest.
Speak your mind, little brother,
speak your mind.

***Spooky Graveyard (Lyrics: Hingley/Music: 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
Family broken, family fight, family ball over wealth
When dem lookin at the eyes of the devil they'll tell

***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 saxaphone 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

***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

Well, I heard that news from 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!

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 from 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 (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.

Talk is cheap!
Well talk is cheap!

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Follow me follow me follow me
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!

***Toast on the Coast (The Crew)***

Instrumental Song

***Tunisia (Gillespie)***

Instrumental

"interesting note"
this is their interpretation of the song "A Night In Tunisia" by Dizzy Gillespie.
The Toasters version is much shorter, there is a Dizzy version that is over 15 minutes long which contains a very cool long drum intro.

***Underground Town (Lyrics & Music: Waldo)***

There is family, they're selling shoes
Skinny white kid playin' the blues
Crazy lady hands in the air
Tired suits just sit and stare

There's a body he's on the floor
Bunch of kids keep holding the door
Nervous nun with a heavy bag
Shakes her head at the man in drag

In the Underground Town
Ridin' on the subway
In New York City
Underground Town
That's where I wanna be

Step inside and watch your feet
Catch the 'F on Bleecker Street
Every language known on earth
You will get your money's worth

In the Underground Town
Ridin' on the subway
In New York City
Underground Town
That's where I wanna be

Down the Underground Town
Ridin' on the subway
In New York City
In the underground Town
That's where I wanna be
Wanna be wanna be

Step inside and watch your feet
Take your time down on Bleecker Street
Every language known to man
How will you ever understand

It's the Undergound Town
Your ridin' on the subway
In New York City
Underground Town
That's where I wanna be

In the Underground Town
Ridin' down the subway
In New York City
It's a Underground Town
That's where I wanna be wanna be Yeah!

(someone says to the kid, hey lock the door baby)

Underground Town
I'm ridin' down the subway
That's New York City
Underground Town
That's where I wanna be

Down the Underground Town
I'm ridin' on the subway
In New York City
Underground Town
That's where I wanna be wanna be wanna be, yeah

***Walk The Streets Alone (Grinnell '89) ***

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

***Why Oh Why (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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi 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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Circle!

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

***Why Oh Why (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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi 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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
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
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi
Wow oh why yi yi ya yi

***Woyay (Lyrics: Lindo/Music: Malles)***

Get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
Come on!
Get, get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
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, get on down
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, get on down
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
Get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
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, get on down
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 on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down

Get, get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down