歌词
We don't even know how to play the kettle drum.
Cha to the man who ask I say what's going on Said I listened to ska since 1991.
You weren't born then no your life it had not begun.
Sunday come with comfy slippers and the league of gentlemen.
Relax with the chaps with my air max on.
Checking about the weather on BBC1.
This is not Kingston this is London, England.
Over my dead body.
I've got an existential view of the world in as much as man is judged by what he does but not his thoughts as well - cos no-one's going to hell.
Listen to your mother and listen to your father.
Listen to philosophers like Jean-Paul Sartre.
He knows what you're after and he knows what a grafter is.
He knows there's nothing after this but the dark abyss.
Got the secret to life I'm gonna keep it in my pocket.
Got the keys to the city and tonight I'm gonna lock it.
Tonight there's no-one getting out of the LDN and no-one's getting in again.
14 Time and we still carry on.
Well the bass and the beats are good like Robin Hood and Maid Marian and Lee Scratch Perry would be proud of this one.
Cos it's a bubbling song.