The Clash:(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais Lyrics

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and a Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing band sound system
If they’ve got anything to say
There’s plenty black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass, knives to the treble
But on stage they ain’t got no roots rock rebel
On stage they ain’t got no roots
Rock rebel

Dress back, jump back, this is a blue beat attack

Cause it won’t get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
Weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk rockers in the UK
They won’t notice anyway
They’re all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, you think it’s

Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They’d send a limousine anyway

I’m the all night drug prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I’m the white man in the Palais
Just oh looking for fun

I’m only looking for fun
Please mister, just leave me alone
I’m only looking for fun