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| 1. |
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"Sit tight and listen keenly while I`ll play for you a brand new musical biscuit"
There`s been a brainwave at the radio station Old idea from the woodstock generation Calling all the kids from across the nation In some it brings out love in others termination Love and unity Don`t worry bout the power we got a generator And publicity Batteries for rent you can pay us later Get your digital watches in synchronization Producer of the shows got a selfish motivation It`s the place to be and we got a location Another gold disc for an album compilation Bring the family Everybodys` welcome there will be no discrimination Take a tip from me In case there`s a problem bring identification C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now Party right now! Watch me I got it Watch me So the holy smokes are coming we got a confirmation Centre of the city been a major transformation Gandhi got a shock and he took a vacation Check the wild life it`s a real fascination Hope they stay in line Raiders Possy British born but still they`re Jamaican Dailing 999 Salt `n pepper people stirred not shaken C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now Party right now! "Hold it right there" "The white man left me nothing out here but the underworld And that`s were I dance, where do you dance?" The knights of Saint George dressed for aggrovation Heard about the party and they sent a delegation The bulldog crew don`t need no provocation Got a strange idea about the country`s liberation B.A.D. and little Sipho Help keep the peace don`t need no lawbreaker No one can stop the show The promotor didn`t book no undertaker C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee |
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| 2. |
| 4:41 |
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If you don't know where I come from, better stear clear of my trail
From the dark side of London, that's way beyond the pale My grandpa came from Russia, stowed away hidden in some bales He took my grandma dancing to the air raid sirens whail Then Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor 'cause he can't kill no dragon If I was in those shoes, I'd say Soweto's gonna happen here too I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news And with the winter coming... Crossing all the borders through the smoke of war and rain Papers out of order on a military train A coat, a bag, a baby, status - refugee These are the people of my family Don't anybody know that this city was made of immigrant blood and money If I was in those shoes a blackshirt with the playboy blues I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news And with the winter coming... Now there's a rocker in Vladivostok, got every side by Jerry Lee But for accidents of disorder that guy could well be me I want everybody to know this, I want everyone to hear Immigration built the nation, you got a bloodclaat standing here Now Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor 'cause he can't kill no dragon If I was in those shoes I'd say Soweto's gonna happen here too I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news And with the winter coming... Don't anybody know that the city was made of immigrant blood and money If I was in those shoes, a blackshirt with the playboy blues I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news And with the winter coming... |
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| 3. |
| 4:45 |
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Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Freedom Town or Mariel Out the frying pan straight to Hell In the papers shadows on the screen Itchy finger trigger easy teens Take you off just for fun Sweet sixteen magazine and gun Surfboard on the new crime wave Playground street corner and grave Jungle's jangle, intersection rock The wind could blow these boys off the block Crosstown junction where the cops don't stop The heavy crew hangs out at the coffee shop The beats are fresh, they're feeling fine Ex-army automatic blasted down the line Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Learned to speak from a gangster reel Watch 'em murder rob and dope deal Music makes you wanna shout Kicking it live at the carryout Colombians and ye oh think they got it made Chopping 'em out with a chainsaw blade Go down to Limbo, Limbo the law Mama say don't come home no more Ice cool killers copy what they see Welfare cherve lottery fantasy Uzi nine millimeter speak High tide leaves clean money on the beach Society needs boys like this Liberal minds sleep with ease When the shooting starts turn a blind eye Adios to another bad guy Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n roll Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Down the Limbo, Limbo the law |
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| 4. |
| 4:50 |
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"Brasil!"
Stamp your feet and rock your hips, king bandit has returned Shoot out helicopter crash, another six men burn One in nine million loves to play football Hijacked helicopter helped him scale the wall Scipped the hill from rivals who prayed upon the poor He don't sell bananas, wealthy visitors want to score Reigns supreme, the cops say he's no good Selling drugs to feed the poor, to us he's Robin Hood Tourists have an appetite for ganga and cocaine He escaped just in time, supply their needs again Televised lust a traditional rite The sound of music ricochets for three long nights Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt Amnesia in the Sambadrome, king bandit's gonna sweat Ring the bell, our hero's back, our benefactor's found At the foot of the hill the police stand their ground Beer flows drums pound, slum and skyscraper meet Revellers dance naked and there's bodies in the street Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt Amnesia in the Sambadrome, king bandit's gonna sweat Three months of freedom, a fugitive from the law Got to take him alive, Che martyr no more Bless the little children with nylon football shorts Fly their kites as warning, their King is never caught Socialised by compassion, yeah, crime's his occupation King bandit for president of the Sambadrome nation Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt Amnesia in the Sambadrome, king bandit's gonna sweat "Socrates Goooaaaallll!!!" |
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| 5. |
| 4:39 | 
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| 6. |
| 3:28 |
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Ticket, bought a ticket
Flew in from J.A. and we go ribbit All year holiday, home in the sun Had to find work so I came to England Ticket, that's the ticket Given the sack, we had to pick it Now we're all on the dole and ther's lots of free time Everybody is poor, they blame us for the crime Ticket, that's the a ticket If you carry a purse, someone'll nick it Ticket, bought a ticket Went to football and see them kick it In England the sport has got a bad name (Wembley!) Violent support gonna ruin the game Wicket, we need a wicket When summer come they play cricket Boham is cool, Selectors are spaced England's loosing again, W.U.G. Disgraced Ticket, that's the ticket We'd have too much speed, you have to pick it Imported by sense, sent in the mail Beware of the dog, I got thrown into jail Ticket, I got my ticket Been giving you grief, tell them to stick it Where I go? Tell them Ticket Tell them Tell them Ticket, that's the ticket Tell them Ticket, ticket, ticket Tell them Ticket, ticket, ticket |
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| 7. |
| 3:57 |
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The Messiahs of the milk bar, Hellraisers to the end
Had a drop to many in a toast to all their friends Movie stars and writers are present a to z Now these ain't common people, they're personalities And they've all got a story, ohoh Tattle talk from Tinseltown, ohoh ("yeah, yeah, look at that, yeah...") Some of them survivors, ohohoh Others gone to ground There's Brendan B and Hunter T, what's a poet got to say Hunter's looking for a story about the IRA And Lenny isn't laughing, he nearly lost his life Transexual from the Transvaal slipped in as his wife It's a star studded scandal, ohoh So raise your glass my friend, ohoh The Messiahs of the milk bar, ohohoh Hellraisers to the end "The rose garden is already littered with my victims..." And they've all got a story, ohoh Tattle talk from Tinseltown, ohoh Some of them survivors, ohohoh Others gone to ground Bukowski wants to talk, but he's had too much to drink Threw up in the piano 'cause he thought it was the sink Little Richard and Sal Dali singing out of key Both hallucinated, the Sandoz was for free Osbournes at a party, Colin Wilson's on the line Saying, "listen Johnny Baby, that catchphrase is mine" Flynn and Reed in conversation, reowned throughout the land Used a calculator, workout who's the better man Now Errols' got the looks and Ollis' got the strenght One is talking numbers and the others' talking lenght Fatty's feeling frisky, orders more champagne Women run out screaming, "oh no, not again!" And they've all got a story, ohoh Tattle talk from Tinseltown, ohoh Some of them survivors, ohohoh Others gone to ground It's a star studded scandal, ohoh So raise your glass my friend, ohoh The Messiahs of the milk bar, ohohoh Hellraisers to the end The Messiahs of the milk bar, ohohoh Hellraisers to the end |
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| 8. |
| 5:03 |
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She's bugging me again, run to use the phone
Find and rent a hitman from the twilight zone It was good in the beginning, the wife's become a drag Found me a solution in Adventure Mag Five sees as downpayment, it's just a call away Cheaper than some legal fees and they do the job today So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please Viet vets and drifters shell shocked from the hill At the Continental Doc Savage pays the bill Yeah soldiers of fortune but we're not mental giants But mister I must tell you, neither are our clients So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please Did a job in Georgia, money in advance Fingers through the post with chilling nonchalanche I've seen some civil war now, for the cash we took their lives Back here on the homestead rich on peoples wives We're eighties bounty hunters with comical ineptitude Modern cowboy cadres, guns and glory dudes So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please |
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| 9. |
| 4:55 |
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Here we buy some old English wreck
And we start it up for the girls to check Its mugs night out at the old palais And the girl wants a ride on a saturday Its time for the hour for the drunks to shout As the barman shoves the people out The red light says come on down And streetfights breakout all over town It`s an English custom it`s ceremony I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! I `ve been in Pentonville I`ve been in Battersea I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! We got plenty of sixties slums They said she jumped from floor twenty one It`s empty now but it blocks out the sun Used to be the shape of things to come The children runnin`raggedy breaking the glass Smashing the lights in the underpass Gonna need no flag when they`re seventeen For waiting at someone who looks like the Queen I`ve been in Chinatown I`ve been in Embassy I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! Casino Dino and Roulette Len All know my name and back again This alley runs to the farm on the hill Where the nights are wild and the petrol spill Firestone Freddy and Molotov Jack Their shadow goes but it soon come back Striking sparks in floods of oil No name no flag for mother soil You can guarantee she`ll burn tonight `Cos England keeps the household white You know it ain`t safe it`s way too early or late The Mets` gonna getcha down in Bishopsgate I ain`t at number 10 I`m at number twenty three B I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! Take all the bed box people and the opera lights London town is ours tonight Well it`s over to you and bye from me I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! |
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| 10. |
| 5:32 |
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"Say hello to my little friend!!!"
"The guys who last in this business are the guys who fly straight..." "Say hello to my little friend!!!" "Say hello to my little friend!!!" The beats are fre... The the the beats are fre... The the the beats are fre... The the the beats are fresh |
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| 11. |
| 4:48 |
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| 12. |
| 7:02 |
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