| Every time I turn my radio on
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| Blood flows outta my ears and my aggression pumps up
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| Every time I hear these same old songs
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| Forgotten music withers up and my decision grows strong
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| This old universe needs a new style
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| And from now on no one should be denied
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| They still don’t pay attention to the beat
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| They move their fingers only to repeat
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| We’ll burn our radios, and load up our sites
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| And blow ska through all night
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| Their music’s so fantastic
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| So sturdy and elastic
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| My underwear change everyday
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| But this ska music they’ll never play 2x
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| Everywhere in the world I hear this sound
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| Venezuela, russia, italy, japan, turkey, usa
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| These people lose their hearts in rocksteady beat
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| And power ska music all through the day
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| They always know where to go
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| They mistreat their local radio
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| Computerized body and soul
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| Fresh music for a deep black hole
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| Burn your radio, watch out for our page
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| Celebrating ska age
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| Their music‘s so fantastic
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| So sturdy and elastic
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| My underwear changes everyday
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| But this ska music they’ll never play 2x
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| Their music‘s so fantastic
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| So sturdy and elastic
|
| My underwear changes everyday
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| But this ska music they’ll never play
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| Their music‘s so fantastic
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| So sturdy and elastic
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| My underwear changes everyday
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| But this ska music they’ll never play
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| Old music’s sometimes dusty
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| Old iron sometimes rusty
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| My underwear is fresh and sober
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| Cause ska music is never over
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| We’re playing for your attention
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| And paying to be mentioned
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| We’re definitely on our way
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| So common join us or stay away |