Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell
Ben Zandito, he was on there, he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers are out on the
corners
Where they sparing for change
I started thinkin', you know I started drinkin'
I don't remember too much of that day
Somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go, now, when you're only 15
With the music execution and the talk of revolution, it
bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo
The radio was playin', Desmon Dekker was singin' on the 49
bus, as we climb up the hill
Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin' and we all come from
unloving homes
I say why even bother, I pick up the bottle, Mr. Bus Driver,
please let these people on
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl, my blurry vision saw
nothin' wrong
With the music execution and the talk of revolution, it
bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo
Alright, say yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell
Ben Zandito, he was on there, he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers are out on the
corners
Where they sparing for change
There's a really old plan, they keep stuck on singing
And the 49 bus, as they climbed up the hill
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong
With the music execution and the talk of revolution, it
bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo
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