Lyrics
Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell Ben Zanotto
He was on there he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers And the moon stompers Are
out on the corners where They're sparing for change
I started thinkin' You know I started drinkin' You know I don't
remember too much of that day Somethin' struck me funny when
we ran out of money Where do you go now when you're only 15?
With the music execution and the talk of
revolution It bleeds in me and it goes...
Give 'em the boot the roots the radicals Give 'em the boot you
know I'm a radical Give 'em the
boot the roots the reggae on my stereo
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill Nothin' incoming but
the reggae drummin' And we all come from unloving homes (I said)
"Why even bother" and I pick up the bottle Mr.
bus driver please let these people on Rude girl Carol
was a mini-skirt girl My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong
With the music execution and the talk of
revolution It bleeds in me and it goes...
Give 'em the boot the roots the radicals Give 'em the boot you
know I'm a radical Give 'em the
boot the roots the reggae on my stereo
Yeah ya ya...
Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell Ben Zanotto
He was on there he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers And the moon stompers Are
out on the corners where They're sparing for change
(I said)
"Why even bother" and I pick up the bottle Mr.
bus driver please let these people on Rude girl Carol
was a mini-skirt girl My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong
With the music execution and the talk of
revolution It bleeds in me and it goes...
Give 'em the boot the roots the radicals Give 'em the boot you
know I'm a radical Give 'em the
boot the roots the reggae on my stereo
