The Toasters

Well I want to go to Rio Spend a week in Paris, France Slide off down to Haiti And do some limbo dance But I'm doing time in the city I just don't understand I should be lying on some beach Writing love letters in the sand Weekend in LA Weekend in LA

There's a new bug that's goin' around, Gonna blast shockwaves over your town Take your own system and knock it down, With a nineties beat on a fifties sound They're wearing bomber flights Combat boots, Skater pants and sixties suits In a lifestyle th

Shocker! - The Toasters Mr. Brew says she is a winner And I should take her home tonight But it's a sad story in the morning Sorry boys it's a horrible sight It's a shocker! shocker! shocker! shocker shocker! Well there's a crack in my head That hurt

Well i heard bad news by the man in the street, how his shades are cool and his belts are sweet, ska music, reggae its the same old beat, but its different clothes and a new wave beat, talk is cheap paying his dues cause nothing is free and hes makin

Speak your mind, little brother, speak your mind, (Yeah, yeah.) That's how you leave your trouble behind. (All behind.) You'll always feel best when you get it off your chest, Speak your mind, little brother, speak your mind. Some people try to be co

Off into the orient on the road towards the heat With Mr. Vinyl turning on the road towards the east Straight ways don't run sideways running off towards the sun You hear nothing from your logic clock Run Rudy run Run Rudy run Run Rudy run Run Rudy r

Check your time and Check it everyday. We move into the future times, no Mater what you say. Ten long years is Quite a price to pay. What we bring is good to you, To ska, your future day. Skaternity... Now it's time to Kick it into gear. We make the

Matt Davis - The Toasters The lif with a big wino Big as bolla bwoy wid a plan As you can see is he is non Ya code name? Cona see es babylon sound Ye ask for de second time Whadda bwoy code name? Special espionage Matt Davis, special agent! Matt Davi

Each day I wake up in this gray old town Each day the system tries to beat me down With a minimum wage in the factory I'm slaving in the Twentieth Century And the whole damn world is ganging up To bring me to my knees And now the nieghbors make it lo