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The Clash - Whiteman in Hammersmith Palais (Strummer/Jones) __________________________________________ Intro: A E G A G A
AMidnEight to C#msix, Dman for the Afirst Etime from C#mJamaicDa ADillinEger and F#mLeroy SDmart ADelroy Wilson, Ecool operAator AKen EBoothe, C#mU.K. pop regDgae with Abacking Ebands C#msound Dsystems. AIf Ethey got F#manything to Dsay, there's Amany black Eears here to Alisten
But it was AFour Tops all night With Eencores from stage right, Gcharges from the base knives to the Atreble GBut on stage they ain't got no roots, rock, Arebel. GOn stage they ain't got no roots, rock, ArebelE. A E A E A E
'Cause it won't get you anywhere Foolin' with your guns. The British Army is waiting out there An' it 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 of the U.K., 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. Huh, you think it's funny Turning rebelion into money. All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats. If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limosine anyway. I'm the all-night, drug prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun. I'm the white man in the Palais
Who Agoes Elooking for Afun D I'm Aonly Elooking for Afun D Oh, please Amister,E just leave me Aalone D Cause I'm Aonly Elooking for Afun D ALooking looking lookingE for Afun D ALooking looking looking Efor Afun D
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