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Steel Pulse - Roller Skates
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Hinds
David Hinds
Guitar
Ronald McQueen
Ronald McQueen
Bass
Selwyn Brown
Selwyn Brown
Keyboards
Alphonso Martin
Alphonso Martin
Percussion
Jimmy Haynes
Jimmy Haynes
Lead Guitar
Steve Nesbitt
Steve Nesbitt
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Hinds
David Hinds
Songwriter
Jimmy Haynes
Jimmy Haynes
Arranger
Steel Pulse
Steel Pulse
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steel Pulse
Steel Pulse
Producer
Jimmy Haynes
Jimmy Haynes
Producer
Dave Lester
Dave Lester
Engineer
Dennis Thompson
Dennis Thompson
Mixing Engineer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer
Mike Morongell
Mike Morongell
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Terry Barham
Terry Barham
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Out on the corner with my roller skates, yeah Having fun with the girls Says, "I'm feeling great", woo The dark of the night street lamps glowing On full blast is my radio, radio Up comes this guy in his flashy car (In his mouth stuck a big cigar) Needed my help said he lost his way (I never heard a word he said) To find some street, said he wanted instructions So I turned down the music To point out directions, guess what? (Guy jumped up and messed my clothes) yes it is (Smashed and grabbed my radio) Calling all detectives A criminal at large smoking A big fat cigar in a flashy car And thinks him some superstar eh Life life without music I can't go go no (I can't go) Life without music I can't go (I can't go) I'm gonna get him The last thing I do Must get a beating 'Till him red and blue Didn't take long to catch him Parked up car and music blasting On the sidewalk he was dancing Stealing the show, the people watching Roller skate gang Was hot on his tracks Stick him up mister Give me back (give me) give me back (give me) Give me back (give me) give me back (give me) My radio (give me) Guy jumped on me messed up my clothes Smashed and grabbed my radio Calling all detectives A criminal at large smoking A big fat cigar in a flashy car Think him some super star eh Life life without music I can't go Life life without music I can't go no no (Jumped on me messed up my clothes) I'm gonna get him (Smashed and grabbed my radio) the last thing I do can't get away Grand dumpway (smashed and grabbed my radio) can't get away it (?) (Life life without music) Bimma! murder style (I can't go, life life without music) Dem have fe get a beatin' Say dem have fe get a beatin' Nothing greater (life without music) nothing best Like the music from my wireless (I can't go) Only thing (life without music) that I detest Is the man who steal my wireless Him ha fe run like a fugitive (life without music) Him ha fe run from detective (I can't go) Him ha fe run like a fugitive (life without music) Him ha fe run from detective Samuel Thomas is the thief name He must lead a life of shame Some a dem call him Uncle Sam Some a dem call him Uncle Tom Uncle Sam and Uncle Tom Yes they are the same man S.A.M. means "stealaway music" T.O.M. means "thiefer of music" The druna and the bass Have fe move me waist The lyrics and song Keep me strong Tidim and skank Have JAH fe thank Samuel Thomas him have fe get vank Him have fe get a beatin' (life without music) Him have fe get a beatin' (I can't go)
Writer(s): David Robert Hinds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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