Ska Killers Lyrics

It's the music of Jamaica
and I dont mean Jamaica, Queens
and I heard it on an airwave
coming out from New Orleans

Put a pistol in your pocket
and get up from your seat
I'll show you a step to pick up your rep
People dancing in the street

Ska killers
Toasters
USA

Some people call us trouble
Some people call us tough
Some people call us nasty names
But their girlfriends call us up Cause they want to know the answer
for all those bad things that we do
and a peice of lead upside your head
is all we've got for you

So I heard it out in Brooklyn
and I heard it out in Queens
I heard it on the radio
on the road to New Orleans

So if you like to dance on weekends
put a ratchet on that beat
I'll show you a step to inhance your rep
If you're down on Orange Street

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