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Jackie Chan

What we need here is a super cop
Ok
Ha ha ha ha

(fighting and grunting noises)

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ok, very convincing

(fighting and grunting noises)

Brixton Beat

Out for some fun on a saturday night
Had to dogde into door ways to keep out of fights
Catch sight of Frazzled Frida a tired old tart
I heard she gives it free on Sundays a couple of hours before she starts
One eye on the Coppers an eye out on the street
Come on boys let's do some Brixton Beat!

In a beat up Mini Minor on Saturday nights
Stear clear of pubs when you get into fights
Say hello to Tired Frida a frazzled old tart
She gives it free on Sundays and there for she starts
Big fat Coppers hang out upon the street

Come on boys do the Brixton Beat!

Up in the morning and the dreadocks straight
Out on the street its a theatre of hate
He's born in a land that he calls his own
But they call him "Aiy black boy, black boy go home!"
Knockin him down standing moving his feet
National Front, the Brixton Beat

Well they pick you off for sus or nothin at all
Tell racists jokes to make you feel small
And if they don't like ya, they take you away
Never even listen to a word you got to say

Burning police cars down on the street
Come on boys do the Brixton Beat

Well they take you off to jail put up into the dock
Send you off for a short sharp shock
The devil makes work for idle hands
Yo fat old man do you understand?

Burning police cars down on the street
Come on boys do the Brixton Beat

Brixton Beat! Ahhh
Brixton Beat (brixton)
Brixton Beat
Brixton Beat

Burning police cars down on the street
Come on boys do the Brixton Beat

Calling All The Rude Boys

Oi, Neral, that guy can....
That got completely broken....
There's other people here too...

Here's one for all you rude boys in New York
Taken three years but at least we know you're there now

Uh!
Uh!
I've been looking far and wide
Looking for the place that the rude boys hide
I can't see them, I must be blind

Why can't I find?
Where do they hide?
Calling all the rude boys, huh!

You can't tell where the rude boys go
You can't tell me who will know
She said, "... and a Pork Pie hat"
Why can't I find?
Where do they hide?
Calling all the rude boys, 1 - 2!
Where are all those rude boys?

Show me all those rude boys

Why can't I find?
Where do they hide?
Calling all the rude boys, uh!

They're not in the place they're supposed to be
They're not at work in the factory
They're not at school
They're not in the club
They're not in prison
They're not in the pub

Why can't I find?
Where do they hide?
Calling all the rude boys

As I'm walking down the street

Why can't I find?
Where do they hide?
Calling all the rude boys

Calling all the rude boys, and girls!

Chuck Berry

Forty years ago there was a Jumpin' Jazz Jamaica scene
They could hear these tunes drifting down from New Orleans
They put the two together in a thing they called Ska
And sent it off to England in the back of Laurel Aiken's car

It was 1964 and the rhythm just wouldn't stop,
People banging on the door to hear "My boy Lollipop"
Then the 70's came and with it the 2 Tone scene...
People shakin' their heads at the rudies on the record machine

Now the 90's are here with the new bands bringin' it to you
Skins and rudies-and even some punk rock, too!
But the boys are still playing and the music is coming out live!
Down at your jukebox, dancing on a Saturday night!

In their eyes where does Chuck Berry fit?
Well he influences the Ska, that's the long and the short of it
He played his guitar and they heard it on the radio
And the rest is history, just as everybody knows...

Forty years ago there was a Jumpin' Jazz Jamaica scene
You can check them rudies dancing at the record machine
The style is timeless, with Fred Perry and Doc Marten boots...
You can keep dancing, just as long as you remember your roots
You can keep rocking, just as long as you remember your roots
You can keep dancing, just as long as you remember your roots

Dancin'

Wha cha dem tink say dat we come soft and we cyann't come
In soft we come in ruff and ting, and we dedicate style to
All massive and all crew, just gwan big up you chest
All rudebwoy and all rudegirl hear we

Che che che dancin pon che dance floor
Awe we dancin pon che dance floor
Uno we dancin pon che dance floor
Uno we dancin pon che
Watch me

Comin ena de dance as a true born gunner
Live at Brooklyn misa someplace inna New York
Fling a fine astyle and we bad fe rass
And you better know say we inna seeparate class
Gal Pickney uno better move up you hippa
Eight cha now sey time fi slide and dippa
Whine and grine move up fi you god dam spine
Mek dem know whats on a rudebwoy's mind
Uncho we dancin pon che dance floor
Awe we dancin pon che dance floor
Uno we dancin pon che dance floor
Uno bring back to ye if yea want moorae

When you come a dance you check out de gon ak
Original badbwoy and dats we trademark
Mi nuh play no uon and we nuh play no game
Hear de rudebwoy pon rudeness ah why mi frame
Hear dis a one ah mek you all fee good
Mash up fi de town we mashin up e dam hood
Mek dem know sey we nicing up de dance lawn
Anywhere we go we say we can't keep calm

Unnho we dancin pon che dance floor
Anwe we dancin pon che dance floor
Uno we dancin pon che dance floor
Big up your chest Sterling an play some more

Uncho we dancin pon che dance floor
Awe we dancin pon che dance floor
Uno we dancin pon che dance floor
Awe Sterling a play and we want some more

We got you rocking and swinging
Ah to the sound of the Sterling
So keep on moving
I wanna keep on dancing yeah
You rally round this
Musical disc happen to be crisp
Toasters play dis by de flick of wrist

So mana keep on dancin
Chickin no no
I wanna keep on movin yeah
Just keep on dancin yeah
I keep on movin chickano
Rudebwoy rudegirl
I wanna take ya pon a musica advencha

Bwoy you ain't seen anything like I when I dance yuh know

Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down

Each day I wake up in this gray old town
Each day the system tries to bring me down
With a minimum wage in the factory
I'm slaving in the Twentieth Century
And the whole damn world is gangin up to bring me to my knees
And now the neighbors make it loud and clear
That they want no ravers moving in around here
I won't play ball, won't do as I'm told
I'd rather be a square peg in a round hole
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let them grind you down
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let them grind you down
I'm living in a world where I don't really fit
Every day walking through the same old shit
I'm gonna get my gun, gonna get prepared
I'm not impressed and I'm not scared

Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let them grind you down
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let them grind you down

Me say the war must stop
No one canna win
Ah we livin in da ghetto
On da streets of dis town
Ah da whole world
I said dis a one
...you a man
You stand up firm gotta stand up strong
Listen ghetto youth dis how we keep in da land

Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let them grind you down
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let them grind you down

Drinking Song

Get along little doggies
This here's Lower East Side Buck
And this is my drinking song

Took this right up to Noaher
And Noaher, well he said, "Yes"

A drinking song will go along forever
Lower East Side Buck, that is my name

Dub 56

Politicians scheming
Try to bring a new tax
Populations sleeping
Got to get hip to the facts
Take a modette out on the dance floor
Bass man put down a lick
Get involved and your problem is solved
Little thing called Dub 56

Dub Dub Dub 56
Dub Dub Dub 56
Dub Dub Dub 56
Dub Dub Dub 56
General population
Vegged out to the max
Six-pack of beer, religious career
And a TV keep 'em relaxed
If you want to find an escape route
I tour on a regular fix
Clear out your mind
Leave the bullshit behind
Little thing called Dub 56
When you're standing on the corner
Waiting for the music to kick
Throw right down
Head into town
Take a little ride on
Dub 56

Dub Dub Dub 56
Dub Dub Dub 56
Dub Dub Dub 56
Dub Dub Dub 56

Take a little Ellington big band
Buru drum rhythm that sticks
Guitar offbeat put the groove to your feet
Throw a one drop into the mix
Take your modette out on the dance floor
Bass man throw down a lick
Clear out your mind
Leave the bullshit behind
Little thing called Dub 56

No pushin no shovin no lootin no kickin no shootin
Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56
Me no wan no pushin no shovin no lootin no kickin no killin
Ina mi dance ah cos dis ah Dub 56

When you're standing on the corner
Waiting for the music to kick
Throw right down
Head into town
Take a little ride on
Dub 56

East Side Beat

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oh Oi! Oi!

In a beat up Ford Cortina on saturday nights
Second Step and Urban Blight
Hear come the Boilers to check out the scene
But that's never too true if you know what I mean
The reception is cool, so turn up the heat

Come on boys do some East Side Beat

Pick up your piece and make your play
I wonder what the old man will say
Caught in the act with a gun in your hand
And a fat old judge doesn't understand

Burning and looting down on the street
Come on boys do some East Side Beat

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oh Oi! Oi!
Out in the jungle on a saturday night
Trip over a junky and there's two in a fight
Go over to the fellas just chewin the fat
Shark skin apes in pork pie hats
Big ugly skinhead across the street

Come on boys do the East Side Beat

In to this sticka for a rack of pool
There's a girl at the bar that's beginning to drool
One more chaser I'll move right in
She gets much fresher as I feel up my skin
Keep the chasers cold and the whisky neat

Come on boys do the East Side Beat

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oh Oi! Oi!

So it's up in the morning dreadlox straight
Out on the turf its a theatre of hate
In a land you can't even call your own
And the big fat coppers won't leave you alone
Push you around do the law with their feet

Come on boys do the East Side Beat

So it's off to jail put and up into the dock
Send you off for a short sharp shock
Tell racist jokes as they put you away
Never even listen to what the hell you say

Burning police cars down on the street
Come on boys do the East Side Beat

East Side Beat
East Side Beat
East Side Beat
East Side Beat

Burning police cars down on the street
Come on boys do some East Side Beat!

Fire In My Soul

Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul

Sey when you see me
Mi sey wi moving on
Traveling faster than the speed of the light
You can not touch wi yu can't control
Fire in my heart it's burning out of control

Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul

See people dancing all around
Everyone skanking and dem havin' a real good time
Music flowing straight to their brains
Music hit dem they feel no pain

Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Greystoke!

In a mi heart mi mind mi body and soul
Fire it burning out of control
Some a dem a baal dem cry two fold
I stand strong mi sey roots and cold
In a di ghetto weh mi live and survive
Mi roots and culture keep mi alive
Righteousness wi ha fi teach di ghetto youths
Come ghetto people jump sing

Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul
Fire, fire in my soul

Come On!

Fire, fire in my soul
Im me want dem again
Fire, fire in my soul
Tel em gonna burn dem down
Fire, fire in my soul
Im me want dem again
Fire, fire in my soul

Hard Man Fe Dead

Ya pick him up, ya lick him down and he bounce right back!
What a hard man Fe dead!
Hard man Fe dead...

Well they say that a cat has 9 lives, well this man got 99 lives...

Ya pick him up, ya lick him down and he bounce right back!
What a hard man Fe dead!
Hard man Fe dead...

And boy walk by the track of the teeth...
Take all the fried fish they caught in the sea
Yes, they also got six quart of rum,
Settin' down and waiting for the night life to come
The last time I heard them say that this man was dead,
Man was dead...
They got a block of ice and they laid it on upon his head
Upon his head...
Now the procession makes to the cemetery
And the old man said don't you bury me!
Lick him up, ya pick him up and he bounce right back!
What a hard man Fe dead!
Hard man Fe dead...

Come in Sterling...

Get the band some shots
Did it good, musta been frightened enough

Well there boy walk by the track of the teeth...
And all the fried fish they caught in the sea
They also got six quarts of rum,
Settin' down and waiting for the night life to come
Last time I heard them say that this man was dead,
Man was dead...
They got a block of ice and they laid it on upon his head,
Upon his head...
Now the procession makes to the cemetery
The man hollered out, don't you bury me!
They drop the box of rum, what a whole lot of fun!

What a hard man fe dead!
Hard man fe dead...

Ya pick him up, ya lick him down he bounce right back!
What a hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...

Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...

What a hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...

Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...

Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...

Hard man Fe dead...
Hard man Fe dead...

History Of Ska

Great expectations come from tings dat start off small
So Ska was invented inna di dancehall

Crimpline dress
Crystall ball
Di young ladies of the day
Would dance the night away
Wid di ruffess tuffess rude bwoy
From outta J.A.

This is the history of Ska
Wid a likkle Two-Tone flavour
Stepping all over
Each an every corner
Who Jah bless
Mus' prosper......

Legal Shot

Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Guns are not here
Rude bwoy have no fear
Coolie Ranx is here

I knewfe shen gone
Ee e e e xtra clear
Tellem shaka boots
Shaka boots an bigga
Come on rude boy pon de kiss

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin
Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin
Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh

Mesaida mon mesaida mon
Easy nuh decima
Settle nuh angela
Dem de girls dem ah de champion bubbler
You draw down now pon me corner
Top of de agenda data reggae milieu
No warmonger neither backfighter
Fi ever tink bout fi enter
Ragamuffin control disah corner
No pussy test cos we ah de ruler

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin
Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin
Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh
Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Finga pon da trigga so somebody get dropped
Head for the left and neda fo blank

Skank just keep on skank
De shot you hear dem un nuh blank

Just keep on skank just keep on skank
De shot you hear dem un nuh blank

Well if a English girl me lick nuff shot fi dat
And me done tell you dat tell you dat for dat
If a Yardie girl me lick nuff shot fi dat
And me dun tell you dat tell you dat tell you dat
Who me no mention just cool and relax
From your waistline broad you hear ratta tat tat
And me gone pon de ah attack pon de tak pon de tak

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin
Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin
Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh
Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Easy nuh decima
Settle nuh angela
Dem de girls dem ah de champion bubbler
You draw down now pon me corner
Top of de agenda data reggae milieu
No warmonger neither backfighter
Fi ever tink bout fi enter
Ragamuffin control disah corner
No pussy test cos we ah de ruler

Legal shot dem afi must know because we ruff ruff ragamuffin
Legal shot dem afi must know because a ragamuffin
Yes we ragga and we jumbo oh oh waah ah oh
Ai ei ei oh ah oh woy oww

Gun makes de fire I'm gonna make de kill
Rude bwoy get shot no one left no where

Uh hoi!