(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais

One two, one two three four

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 system

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 on stage they ain't got no roots, rock rebel

On stage they ain't got no roots, rock rebel

Dress back and jump back, this is a blue beat attack

'Cos it won't get you anywhere, fooling with the guns

The British Army is waitin' out there

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 rocker in the UK

They won't notice anyway

They're all too busy fightin'

For a good place under the lightnin'

The new groups are not concerned

With what there is to be learned

They got Burton suits, ha, 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

Only lookin' for fun

Oh, please this time just give me a nod

Well I'm only, lookin' for fun

Lookin' lookin' lookin' for fun, F U N