(White Man) in Hammersmith Palais

One, two
 One, two, three, four
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 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
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 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
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