Keep a Cool Head - Desmond Dekker

Why are you so loud Girl, you had to shed that load That will bring you down Every single place you go Got to love yourself Go ahead, touch yourself Take that time alone Before your heart's with someone else I locked that same front door (for so long) Damn, that feels so good Why'd I keep it locked before Who is this old bruce, what makes you so wise Something special in you Everyone will see in time Got to keep your head up Got to keep your head up Got to keep your head up Got to keep your head up The world's a dungeon now Thought you had the higher ground Thought that I did too And then I saw myself in you So we're both alike Doesn't work that way Something's calling me Something's calling Got to keep your head up (oh, oh) Got to keep your head up (you know, you know, you know, you know) Got to keep your head up (got to keep it up, oh) Got to keep your head up Feels so good But it takes so long To unlock oneself Maybe try this song Oh, got to keep your head Oh, oh, oh Got to keep your head up Got to keep your head up Got to keep your head up (got to keep your head up) Got to keep your head up (oh, got to keep your head) Got to keep your head up (got to keep your head up) Got to keep your head up (got to keep your head up) Got to keep your head up Got to keep your head up, (got to keep your head up) Got to keep your head up Got to keep your head up, (got to keep your head up) Got to keep your head up (got to keep your head up) Got to keep your head up, (got to keep your head up)

Skinheads, all you skinheads C'mon let's move and groove: You all hipocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hipocrite, you... You all hipocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hipocrite, yeah... You nah fe gwan so You nah fe galang so What goes up, star, mus' come down What goes up, sir, mus' come down You too commutive (?) Wicked and bad-minded, conniving

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor, poor me, Israelites, aah Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelite My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me Darling, she said, "I was yours to be seen" Poor me, the Israelite Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and- Poor me, the Israelite (Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor, poor me, Israelites I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, Israelite, aah My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen Poor me, Israelites, aah Show them my tear up trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and- A-poor a-poor me, Israelites (like Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm, there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor me, Israelite Poor, poor me, Israelites Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite