Lyrics:

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

Ken Boothe, UK pop reggae
With backing band's sound system
If they got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night
With encores from stage right
??? the bass, knives to the treble
And onstage, they ain't got no roots rock rebel
And onstage, they ain't got no roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
??? won't get you anywhere
Fooling with a gun
The British Army is waiting out there
Weighing 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 LA
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 hood
Who looks so sick in the sun
And the white man in the Palais
??? looking for fun

Only looking for fun
Oh please, mister, leave me alone
I'm only looking for fun
Looking looking looking for fun