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Ain't got no rhythm to drag around,
and the right kind of colour, in the white part of town.
but all the people, down to Brixton town, said hey, white boy
wont you lend me a pound.
Ain't got no bound, no any dollar or quid
I pick my own pocket, well if I did
I got to say child says that any black man do
well they say white boy your new you is cruel.
well the black man got the rhythm and the whit man got the law
and i know it's one i'v been looking for
don't care about the country, don't to wreck and ruin
Oh will we follow, and they've been singing this tone
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