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 right   Charging from the bass knives to the treble   But on stage, they ain't got no roots rock rebel   On stage, they ain't got no roots rock rebel      Dress back jump back, this is a blue beat attack   Jones'in won't get you anywhere   Fooling with your guns   The British Army is waiting out there   And 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 L.A.   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      And the all night drug-prowling wolf   Who looks so sick in the sun   And the white man in the Palais   But you go looking for fun      I'm only looking for fun   Oh, please Mister, leave me alone   And I'm only looking for fun   Looking for fun, ow