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MIDNIGHT TO SIX MAN FOR THE FIRST TIME FROM JAMAICA DILLINGER AND LEROY SMART DELROY WILSON, THE COOL OPERATOR
KEN BOOTHE FOR U.K. POP REGGAE WITH BACKING BANDS SOUND SYSTEMS AND IF THEY'VE GOT ANYTHING TO SAY THERE'S MANY BLACK EARS HERE TO LISTEN!
OH 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 U.K. 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
OH PLEASE MISTA, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I'M ONLY LOOKING FOR FUN
SPANISH BOMBS
Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight
CHORUS Spanish bombs, yot' quierro y finito Yote querda, oh ma corazon Spanish bombs, yot' quierro y finito Yote querda, oh ma corazon
Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotels My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud
CHORUS
The hillsides ring with Free the people Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh ma corazon SPanish songs in Granada, oh ma corazon
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