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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 armagiddeon
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 till 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 Armagiddeon
who slipped the "in" and the "na" in vagina
the "rave" in grave, and the "aids" into laid sir?
Does this all mek you ball 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 till 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!