The English Beat and Dave Wakeling - Dem Call It Ska

Life coming in so many levels
Nothing is quite what it seems
Caught by the words that you use
To explain things
Who put the "me" in mean?
Who put the burning "fuse" in confusion?
Who put the "more" in amore?
Who put the "arms" in Armageddon?
Who put the "war" in Awoah?

All this and then so much more
Well if you need a thing
To see you through the morning
A little ray of light to guide you through the night
A piece of joy to hold you 'til tomorrow
Well dem call it SKA
It come from Jamaica

Now. who put the "ass" and the "lass" in classic?
Who put the "rave" in grave?
Who put the "in" and the "na" in vagina?
Who put the "aids" in laid?
Who put the "ho" and the "oom" in hotel room?
The key or the "or" in the door?
Who put the "in" and the "na" in vagina?
Who put the "war" in Awoah?
All this, and you still want more?

Dem call it SKA, dem call it SKA
Dem call it SKA, and the Red Stripe tastes so pretty
Dem call it SKA, it come from Jamaica

Now who put the burning "fuse" in confusion?
Smuggled the "arms" in Armageddon?
Who slipped the "in" and the "na" in vagina?
The "rave" in grave, and the "aids" into laid, sir?
Does this all mek you call fe more?

Well, if you need a ting
To see you through the morning
A little ray of light to guide you through the night
A piece of joy to hold you 'til tomorrow?
Well dem call it SKA, it come from Jamaica
Dem call it SKA, dem call it SKA
Dem call it SKA, dem call it SKA
And this one pass through Santa Monica!

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