Letras
I want to talk to you today
About Moon Records
I sent them a tape that I had made
About a month ago
I said that the band is breaking up
I'm trying to go solo
The man on the phone called back to say
That Mister Bucket said no
He don't know if the rude boys
Like you boys
Will like my stuff
But he know the one man show
Will never go
And the tape it sounds too rough
I know it's true
They'll never like
What they never get to hear
It's been that way for ska
Over the years
But why should the ska world
Cover its ears
To the sounds of my blood, sweat and tears?
When I want to play ska
I want to play ska for all of you
I want to play ska for all of you
'Cause ska is what I do
And so I've come
Down to New York
To demonstrate to you
That Venice Shoreline Chris
Is paying respect to the roots
So clap your hands, sway your hips
Get into a soulful groove
Hear this music straight from my heart
To you
I want to play ska
I want to play ska for all of you
I want to play ska for all of you
'Cause ska is what I do
I want to play ska
I want to play ska for all of you
I want to play ska for all of you
'Cause the ska is what I do
And I think that the rude boys
Like you boys
Might like my stuff
And I know the one man show
Is here we go
And the tape sounds just raw enough