The Battle Of All Saints Road Songtext / Lyric

A couple of years ago down Ladbroke Grove

The Dreads uptight sitting on a treasure trove

A skinny white dude came in and took a chair

He had a black leather jacket and greased back hair



Well they ain't seen nothing like it down the Mangrove

Plugged his guitar into a flat iron stove

Now all the brothers they began to stare

Hillybilly cat blew 'em on their derriere



It's the booze that picks you up

And throws you against the wall

Sometimes there's a drought

Can't get no sense at all



Now they had the grass he had the song

The Rocker and the Ras began to get along

Looking around for something to bang

They all joined in and this is what they sang...






We fired our guns and the coppers kept a coming

There wasn't quite as many as there was a while ago

We fired once more and they began a running

Over Vauxhall Bridge and Via Pimlico



Cow foot curry herbage and macheté

'57 Chevy in a Rondolet

Red stripe BM a game of dominoes

Zebra serenade the honky's and negros



Well it ain't Mozart



Nowadays all quiet on the All Saints Road

Cops and yups come in by the truckload

A condo stands where the grass used to grow

Race attacks filofax and nobody goes



It's the booze that picks you up

And throws you against the wall

Lost my vallet and my mind at the carnival



Seven Eleven McDonalds and Ho-Jo's

Gettys' on the jetty watch the river flow

The Lambeth walk's like 42nd Street

Folks I gotta tell you this town can't be beat



Wadda dem-dem-dem...