Bring Back the Skins (The Early Years) - Judge Dread

Oh dear

Not worthwhile going out

Don’t play much reggae in the clubs

Still, I can still dream

Every Wednesday the papers came out

The Record Mirror best thing about

Brutus Crombie he was a lad

When we were skins

All the dancehalls were full of skins

Sometimes you’d get your head kicked in

But still one day, reggae will be king again

I hope so anyway

Reggae

We’d live and die for Friday night

Off to the Palais and have a fight

Dance to reggae most of the night

When we were skins

Above all this our one big hope

Was pull a bird and have a grope

And if you were lucky she’d take you home

When we were skins

When mom and dad went off to bed

You’d stay and maybe have your hand away

You never know it might come back

When we were skins

I had a bird with her hair cropped short

Heard pull it about she was quite the sport

But that’s what your mates were for we all shared birds

When we were skins

The stupid topper in a family way

Off hours pleasure now I’ve got to pay

But it won’t change the way I feel

I’m still a skin

Music crazes come and go

And down at Palais I still make a show

But all the birds are dressing up

Like something out of the 40's

Granny’s flowers and a real long skirt

Stiletto heels, I bet they hurt

And when they dance it’s a real cheap thrill

But they’re not skins

We used to dance all night till 6

To reggae sounds just like Big 6

Those were the days, hope they come back

I really do

Reggae!

We’d live and die for Friday night

Off to the Palais and have a fight

Dance to reggae most of the night

When we were skins

Above all this our one big hope

Was flag a bird and have a crafty grope

And if you were lucky she’d take you home

And let you in

Of course I’m down for that

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