Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue Sit down get down in the sun Rocket to the woman is on the one I like dirt I like dirt I like dirt The earth is made of dirt and wood And I'd be water if I could Live in a dream In your stream Live in a dream Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue Sit down get down in the sun Rocket to the woman is on the one I like dirt I like dirt I like dirt I like dirt Some come slow and overload Must roll over when you're told Let's unzip and let's unfold A letter to the pet better get it to go I like dirt I like dirt I like dirt Space is made of everything And I'd be fire that I bring Live in a dream In your stream Live in a dream Some come slow and overload Must roll over when you're told Let's unzip and let's unfold A letter to the pet better get it to go I like dirt I like dirt I like dirt I like dirt Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue Sit down get down in the sun Rocket to the woman is on the one I like dirt I like dirt I like dirt I like dirt Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue Sit down get down in the sun Rocket to the woman is on the one

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