If Adolf Hitler was here today, they’d send a limousine anyway
So, yes, I despair. Trump, the explosion in hate, all of it. So I turn to Joe and the boys, as always, for solace and salvation. The best song ever, the song that changed my life. Truncated, but truer now than ever before. Last part, especially.
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
And if they’ve got anything to say
There’s many black kids here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night, with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass lines to the treble
But our place ain’t got no roots rock rebels
Our place ain’t got no…roots, rock, rebels
Dress back, jump back, this is a bluebeat attack
’cause it won’t get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
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, ha! You think it’s funny
Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler was here today
They’d send a limousine anyway