Letras:
Specials The Other

What you talking 'bout? You say you don't like the jungle beat What you talking 'bout? You say you don't like the jungle beat You must be crazy

This town, is coming like a ghost town All the clubs have been closed down This place, is coming like a ghost town Bands won't play no more too much

I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain

I want all you skinheads to get up on your feet Put your braces together and your boots on your feet And give me some of that old moonstomping Are

I went out shopping last saturday I was getting some gear, and this guy offered to pay Who's the hunk? I think to myself For so many years I've been

Out of bed at eight am Out my head by half past ten Out with mates and dates and friends That's what I do at weekends I can't talk and I can't walk

too You, your so special, your so special Girl just let me carress you, Yeaa, just let me bless you Girl cause your special. Special with the way your body calls me, Special

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wrong for thinking that I can trust you Never holding all this shh against you But now I'm strapped with my 45 special I'm so special, so special, so special