i ain’t got no reason to drag around i’m the right kind of colour in the white part of town but all the people down in brixton town say “hey white boy, won’t you lend me a pound” i ain’t got no pound nor any dollar or a quid i’d pick my own pocket, well if i did i got the same chances that any black man do well they say “white boy, your new job is through” well a black man got a rhythm an a white man got the law an’ i know which one i’d be lookin’ for don’t care about the country, goin’ to wreck and ruin the whole world will follow an’ they’ll be singin’ this tune