Lyrics:

Oh dear
Not worthwhile going out
Don't play much reggae in the clubs
Still, I can still dream

Every Wednesday the papers came out
The Record Mirror best thing about
Brutus Crombie he was a lad
When we were skins

All the dancehalls were full of skins
Sometimes you'd get your head kicked in
But still one day, reggae will be king again
I hope so anyway

Reggae

We'd live and die for Friday night
Off to the Palais and have a fight
Dance to reggae most of the night
When we were skins

Above all this our one big hope
Was pull a bird and have a grope
And if you were lucky she'd take you home
When we were skins

When mom and dad went off to bed
You'd stay and maybe have your hand away
You never know it might come back
When we were skins

I had a bird with her hair cropped short
Heard pull it about she was quite the sport
But that's what your mates were for we all shared birds
When we were skins

The stupid topper in a family way
Off hours pleasure now I've got to pay
But it won't change the way I feel
I'm still a skin

Music crazes come and go
And down at Palais I still make a show
But all the birds are dressing up
Like something out of the 40's

Granny's flowers and a real long skirt
Stiletto heels, I bet they hurt
And when they dance it's a real cheap thrill
But they're not skins

We used to dance all night till 6
To reggae sounds just like Big 6
Those were the days, hope they come back
I really do

Reggae!

We'd live and die for Friday night
Off to the Palais and have a fight
Dance to reggae most of the night
When we were skins

Above all this our one big hope
Was flag a bird and have a crafty grope
And if you were lucky she'd take you home
And let you in
Of course I'm down for that

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