One, two

One, two, three, four

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

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 righten (wooh, ooh, ooh)

Charging from the bass knives to the treble (wooh, ooh, ooh)

But onstage they ain′t got no roots rock rebel (wooh, ooh, ooh)

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 the gun

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, huh, 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 loo- lookin' for fun

Only lookin' for fun

Oh, please mister

Just leave me alone

I′m only

Lookin′ for fun

Lookin' for fun

F, U, N