The Clash - Whiteman in Hammersmith Palais (Strummer/Jones)
[Intro]
Midnight to six, man
for the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, cool operator
Ken Boothe, U.K. pop reggae
with backing bands sound systems.
If they got anything to say,
there s many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night
With encores from stage right,
charges from the base 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.
Cause it won t get you anywhere
Foolin with your guns.
The British Army is waiting out there
An 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 rockers of the U.K.,
They won t notice anyway.
They re all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting.
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned.
They got Burton suits. Huh, you think it s funny
Turning rebelion into money.
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats.
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They d send a limosine anyway.
I m the all-night, drug prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun.
I m the white man in the Palais
Who goes looking for fun
I m only looking for fun
Oh, please mister, just leave me alone
Cause I m only looking for fun
Looking looking looking for fun
Looking looking looking for fun
_oh_.
