Sie Hat Geschrien
Hold on Hold on, Sma-Dee-Daa, OK ready
Auntie, Ready? Ready.)(RIGHT, LETS KICK IT)
When I die and they lay me to rest,
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When they lay me down to die,
Goin up to the spirit in the sky
goin UP to the Spirit in the sky(Spirit in the sky)
That's where I'm gonna go when I die(When I die)
When I die and they lay me to rest,
I'm gonna go to the place that's the best
(Music Interment)
(What, Wembley? Not wembley you idiot, he means heaven
White Man In Hammersmith Palais
Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator
Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk Rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun
I'm only
Looking for fun