Lyrics
Took the 60 bus, out of downtown Campbell, Ben Zandito
He was on there he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they sparing for change
I started thinkin', you know I started drinkin'
You know I don’t really remember too much of that day
Somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when your only 15
With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot, the roots the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I’m a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo
The radio was playin' Desmon Dekker was singin'
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin'
And we all come from unloving homes
Why even bother I pick up the bohle
Hey Mr. Bus Driver please let these people on
Rude girl carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong
With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot, the roots the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I’m a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo
On my stereo
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Took the 60 bus, out of downtown Campbell Ben Zandito
He was on there he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they sparing for change
The radio was playin' Desmon Dekker was singin'
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
Rude girl carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong
With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot, the roots the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I’m a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo
Give 'em the boot, the roots the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I’m a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo