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Midnight to six man
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For the first time from Jamaica
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Dillinger and Leroy Smart
A             E         A
Delroy Wilson, cool operator

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Ken Boothe,  UK pop reggae
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With backing bands sound systems
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If they've got anything to say
         A          E            A
There's many black ears here to listen

            A
But it was Four Tops all night
      E
With encores from stage right
G                                      A
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
     G                                     A
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
G                                      A
Onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel

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(Dress back jump back this is a blue-beat attack)

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'Cause it won't get you anywhere
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Fooling with your guns
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The British Army is waiting out there
         A      E              A
And it weighs fifteen hundred tons

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White youth, black youth
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Better find another solution
A         E     F#m      D
Why not phone up  Robin Hood
     A              E            A
And ask him for some wealth distribution

A  E  A  D  A  E  A  D  A  ...  D  A  E  A

A     E    C#m       D
Punk rockers in the UK
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They won't notice anyway
         A       E   F#m   D
They're all too busy fighting
       A        E           A
For a good place under the lighting

     A     E  C#m          D
The new groups are not concerned
      A         E         C#m    D
With what there is to be learned
          A       E    F#m                D
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
A          E            A
Turning rebellion into money

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All over people changing their votes
A       E             C#m    D
Along with their overcoats
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If Adolf Hitler flew in today
        A           E      A
They'd send a limousine anyway

         A    E    C#m           D
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
      A       E          C#m   D
Who looks so sick in the sun
          A    E  F#m       D
I'm the white man in the Palais
A   E             A
Just looking for fun
     A     E          A
I'm only looking for fun
          A      E               A
Oh please mister, just leave me alone
          A  E             A
Well I'm only looking for fun
A                      E     A
Looking looking looking for fun
A   E   A
F.  U.  N.