White Man

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 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 onstage they ain't got no roots, rock rebel

Onstage they ain't got no roots, rock rebel



Dress back, jump back, this is a bluebeat attack

Because it 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 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 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 looking for fun



I'm only

Looking for fun