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The commandments of I, Saffiyah Khan

Thou shall not listen to Prince Buster
Or any other man offering kindly advice
In matters of my own conduct
You may call me a feminazi or a femoid
And then see if I give a stinking shit

Stop your messing around
Better think of your future
Time you straightened right out
Creating problems in town

Rudy, a message to you
Rudy, a message to you

Stop with your messin around
It's time you straighten right out
Stop your runnin' around
Making trouble in the town

Rudy
A message to you, Rudy
A message to you, Rudy

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 my fault
I used the sugar when I needed salt
Things ain't cooking for me, as you see

I need a laugh so I take a drink

Snow is falling all around, seven o'clock and the roads are blocked
So I walk down town, there's no-one around

I walk in a bar and immediately I sense danger
You look at me girl as if I was some kind of a, a total stranger

Where did you get that blank expression on your face?
Where did you get that blank expression on your face?

I'm putting away my working clothes for the weekend
I ain't gonna do that job no more
I'm tired of being used and mistreated
So tired of being feeling on like a cloud

This time I think I'm going to lose my mind
Can't take it, take it, take it no more
I've only the one life live but the time

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 those wicked lies
You play such silly games

I'm going out tonight
I don't know if I'll be alright
Everyone want's to hurt me
Baby danger in the city

I have to carry a knife
Because there's people threatening my life
I can't dress just the way I want

See him walk along this lonely street
Trying to find, find a future
New pair of shoes are on my feet
Cause fashion is my only culture
Nothing ever change (x2)
People say to me just be yourself
It makes no sense to fallow fashion
How could I be anybody else

All you punks and all you teds
National Front and natty dreads
Mods, rockers, hippies and skinheads
Keep on fighting 'til you're dead

Who am I to say?
Who am I to say?
Am I just a hypocrite,

Just because you're nobody
It doesn't mean that you're no good
Just because there's a reason
It doesn't mean it's understood

It doesn't make it alright
It doesn't make it alright
It's the worst excuse in the world

Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as you wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself,
It's later than you think

Hello, I'm Terry,
And I'm going to enjoy myself first

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
But oh what am I saying that'll never happen to you

Can this be right? Can this be wrong?
Doing what I'm doing all night long
I love to brag, I love to boast

Free Nelson Mandela
Free, free, free, free, free Nelson Mandela

Free Nelson Mandela
21 years in captivity
Shoes too small to fit his feet
His body abused but his mind is still free
Are you so blind that you cannot see? I saidâ?¦

March, the freedom highway
March, each and every day
March, the freedom highway
March, each and every day
Made up my mind and I won't turn around
Made up my mind and I won't turn around
There is just one thing (march), I don't understand (march)
Why some folks think that freedom is not for everyone

Out of bed at eight AM
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends

I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go

Bernie Rhodes knows Don't Argue

Why must you record my phone calls?
Are you planning a bootleg LP?
Said you've been threatened by gangsters
Now it's you, that's threatening me

Can't fight corruption with con tricks

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 fighting on the dance floor

Do you remember the good old days
Before the ghost town?

Guns of Navarone
Guns, guns of Navarone
Music and your singing a song, you've got to go...
??????????
As long as you wane beat the jungle jive, this is called "The Shark Attack"
Designed to blow your mind
Call me a raga bum, it's gonna blow your mind in a minute
Guns of Navarone, lets see you...

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
You're worth your weight in gold
Here comes the catch, you're on their patch

One two!

If you ever hear a noise in the night
Your body starts to sweat,
It shakes and shivers in fright
You go and sleep with your mother
She hates you guts
She knows that you love her

Is this the in place to be?
What am I doing here?
Watching the girls go by, spending money on

Sleep all day
It's the only way
I'm a parasite
I creep about at night

The Specials
"Racist Friend"

If you have a racist friend
Now is the time, now is the time
For your friendship to end

Be it your sister, be it your brother

You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need
The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee
I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D.
I've got one art O level, it did nothing for me

Working for the rat race
You know you're wasting your time
Working for the rat race

When you look, what do you see?
You only see the monkey not the man in me
But now I'm back and that's a fact
Gonna show the next generation where I'm at

Now what I mean is to say
The way that I was is the same as I am today
Now if you're white or if you're black

There she was
Swinging down the high street, yeah
Hair cropped short, butts and perm
I couldn't believe my eyes,
Like a story out of a book
She was my height
My weight
My size

Har du aldrig følt dig lidt speciel
For det er okay, du skal bare vær' dig selv
Hvis du tror på det hele nok skal gå
Så' det okay, hvis du føler du er gået i stå

Alle har det ikk' så nemt
Alle kan føle sig lidt glemt

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night but he doesn't really exist

He spends his weekends with a load of blokes
He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
He wants to stay out, he don't want to go home
'Til his nicotine fingers are stuffed down his throat

Stop your messing around
Better think of your future
Time you straightened right out
Creating problems in town

Rudy, a message to you
Rudy, a message to you

Lyrics
Court in session. What do you mean 'Oy oy oy'? Must have court in session.
Order. My name is Judge Roughneck, and I will not tolerate any disobedience in my courtroom.
Rude boy, you have been brought in front of me and charged with smashing this woman's window.
Before I sentence you, what have you got to say in your defense?

I was walking down the street one night
When I saw her silhouette in her bathroom light

Too hot, this town is too hot
Now they're calling for their guns
About to spoil the rude boys' fun
But rude boys never give up their guns
It's too hot

No man, can tell them what to do
Pound for pound, they say they're ruder than you

You've done too much
much too young
Now you're married with a kid
when you could be having fun with me

oh no, no gimme no more pickni

You've done too much

Hello and how are you, and how do you do
and who is that girl standing right next to you?
and what is her name, and what does she do?
I'm looking at her, while i'm talking to you

Her love must be sweeter than candy
Must be stronger than brandy
Why does she like you not me?

Is everybody happy?
knock, knock, knock, knock
You can't come in
knock, knock, knock
You can't come in

You're wondering now, what to do, now you know this is the end
You're wondering how, you will pay, for the way you did behave