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Midnight to six, man
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for the first time from Jamaica
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Dillinger and Leroy Smart
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Delroy Wilson, cool operator
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Кеn Boothe, U.К. pop reggae
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with backing bands sound systems.
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If they got anything to say,
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thereʼs many black ears here to listen
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But it was Four Tops all night
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With encores from stage right,
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charges from the base knives to the treble
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But on stage they ainʼt got no roots, rock, rebel.
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On stage they ainʼt got no roots, rock, rebel.
ʼCause it wonʼt get you anywhere
Foolinʼ with your guns.
The British Army is waiting out there
Anʼ 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 of the U.К.,
They wonʼt notice anyway.
Theyʼre 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. Huh, you think itʼs funny
Turning rebelion into money.
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats.
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
Theyʼd send a limosine anyway.
Iʼm the all-night, drug prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun.
Iʼm the white man in the Palais
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Who goes looking for fun
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Iʼm only looking for fun
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Oh, please mister, just leave me alone
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Cause Iʼm only looking for fun
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Looking looking looking for fun
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Looking looking looking for fun
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oh.