1,2, a'1, 2,3,4 Ooh Midnight to six, man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and a'Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backin' bands sound systems Of 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 Charging from the ba** 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) 'Cause it won't get you anywhere Foolin' with the guns The British Army is waitin' out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up a'Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution? Punk rocker in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fightin' For a good place under the lightin' The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, huh, ya' think it's funny Turnin' rebellion into money All over people changin' their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway I'm the all night drug-prowlin' wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just a'lookin' for fun Only lookin' for fun Oh, please mister Just leave me alone I'm only Lookin' for fun