The Toasters - Brixton Beat lyrics

Out for some fun on a Saturday night Had to dogde into door ways to keep out of fights Catch sight of Frazzled Frida a tired old tart I heard she gives it free on Sundays a couple of hours before she starts One eye on the coppers, an eye out on the street Come on boys let's do some Brixton Beat! In a beat up Mini Minor on Saturday nights Stear clear of pubs when you get into fights Say hello to Tired Frida a frazzled old tart She gives it free on Sundays an hour before she starts Big fat coppers hang out upon the street Come on boys do the Brixton Beat! Up in the morning and the dreadocks straight Out on the street its a theatre of hate He's born in a land that he calls his own But they call him "Aiy black boy, black boy go home" Knockin him down standing moving his feet National Front, the Brixton Beat Well they pick you off for sus or nothin at all Tell racists jokes to make you feel small And if they don't like ya, they take you away Never even listen to a word you got to say Burning police cars down on the street Come on boys do the Brixton Beat Well they take you off to jail put up into the dark Send you off for a short sharp shock The devil makes work for idle hands Yo fat old man do you understand? Burning police cars down on the street Come on boys do the Brixton Beat Brixton Beat! Ahhh Brixton Beat (Brixton) Brixton Beat Brixton Beat Burning police cars down on the street Come on boys do the Brixton Beat