Lyrics The Toasters

The Toasters

Ska Killers

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