The Clash - (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais Lyrics

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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
Cause 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, 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 wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais just lookin' for fun
I'm only looking for fun

Just listen, leave me alone
I'm only looking for fun

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lyrics submitted by Ginna
lyrics corrected by VirileVagabond on 05-02-2007