What you talking 'bout? You say you don't like the jungle beat What you talking 'bout? You say you don't like the jungle beat You must be crazy
Why did you try to hurt me? I got to know Did you really want to kill me Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Why do we have to fight? Why must
I went out shopping last saturday I was getting some gear, and this guy offered to pay Who's the hunk? I think to myself For so many years I've been
Rude boy's outta jail Rude boy's outta jail Rude boy's out on bail Rude boy's outta jail They mess around in every town But now they've learned
This town, is coming like a ghost town All the clubs have been closed down This place, is coming like a ghost town Bands won't play no more too much
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain
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I want all you skinheads to get up on your feet Put your braces together and your boots on your feet And give me some of that old moonstomping Are
Tears in my beer, Well it just ain't clear I had a dream, Well so it seems She's in the sun, Not having fun And I'm standing here, Just the lonely
How can you be so horrible? The things you say are terrible You make me feel ashamed When you call me names How come you think it's wise To tell
So what's the point of thinking deep I bite my nails and I'm losing sleep Goes round and round and will never halt It's all gone wrong and it's all
Going around causing disturbances Don't you know you'll never win You've got your family running around Trying to stop you from going down It's you
You've got to think for yourself, work it out You've got to know when to talk, when to shout You've got to know when to laugh, when to cry You've got
It ain't safe to walk out tonight There's always someone ready to start a fight What did I do? What did I say? And did I look at you, the wrong way
A prostitute to your art In debt before you start You've made your bed, don't lose your head Be careful of the sharks Believe in what you're told
Got this funny feeling going through my head That if I go down to the pub I might just end up in bed With a blond or a brunette or a red head or two
I never thought life could be so cruel And now I have to break nearly every rule Just to get survive I need to get by I get up in the morning and
Desmond is a big man, he is six foot one He brought home an organ, just to have some fun Pressure got too much, stardom take it's toll Woh, his life