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What you talking 'bout? You say you don't like the jungle beat What you talking 'bout? You say you don't like the jungle beat You must be crazy

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

I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain

I want all you skinheads to get up on your feet Put your braces together and your boots on your feet And give me some of that old moonstomping Are

I went out shopping last saturday I was getting some gear, and this guy offered to pay Who's the hunk? I think to myself For so many years I've been

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

From the beginning, My understanding, I am dying and I was born that way Names and places and thesis, It's all a bit too late, Names and places and

a mood to try anything that was new Don't be starved for the love and laughter Break through total stranger You only get one life This night could be like no other

found my star You know you're truly somethin' special and I'll keep you right here In my heart baby, and you know I'm sincere You know you're truly somethin' special