Текст песни
Town, oh oh!
Operator, my selector
Now everybody bus a gunshot
Put up your hand if ya love that
Selecter the tune haffi playback
Ca it sound like way back, ok!
The ranking coming from a generation
When artist's lyrics did full a education
The leaders of the world of the united nation
Never want fi hear di message pon di radio station
Now as a yout me have a reggae reputation
Origin West Indian but me born a England
Father Jamaican momma a Dominican
Whole heap a bad boy in a me conversation
Now in a pirate school me get me reputation
Fi bang pon table everyday and sing song
Never want play football, no want play ping pong
The invisible microphone we have in a me hand
And me glad me fi grow up on some studio one
Dig deep in a me father record collection
Me daddy said a youth deh a go be someone
So me go a stonebridge go check the rough cut band
After school in a studio with bare rastaman
Dem a bun dem chalice and hold a meditation
Dem days you want bust you haffi come a London
Soundboy nah know the history nah the foundation
From me in a me mother belly we nah love satan
Me used to read from genesis to revelation
But many night me end up in a police station
Me know say music are me life its not my occupation
Settle down my selector, come down
Operator
Mix me down proper, ok!
Entertainer
Now everybody bus a gunshot
Put up your hand if ya love that
Selecter the tune haffi playback
Ca it sound like way back, ok!
The ranking coming straight from the dancehall
When TDK tapes run the market stall
I grow up when every sound there's too much name fi call
Me favorite artist poster pin pon me wall
And me know every musician will live local
Some of me gangster friend them have good vocal
But me never love the music for money total