Took the 60 bus out of downtown Campbell,
Ben Zanotto he was on there
He was waiting for me.
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers,
Are out on the corner where they're sparing for change.
I started thinkin'
You know I started drinkin'
I don't remember too much of that day.
Something struck me funny when we ran out of money,
Where do you go now when your only 15?
With the music exectution 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'd bus as we climb up the hill.
Nothing incomin' but the reggae drummin'
And we all come from unloving homes.
Why even bother,
I pick up the bottle.
Hey Mr. Bus driver let these people on.
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl,
My blurry vision saw nothing wrong.