The Clash - The Magnificent Seven (Live at Shea Stadium) lyrics

Don't you ever stop a'long enough to start?
Take your car outta that gear
Don't you ever stop a'long enough to start?
Take your car outta that gear

Ring! Ring! It's 7: 00 AM!
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too
Must get up and learn those rules
Weather man the crazy chief
One says "Sun" and one says "Sleet"
AM, the FM the PM too
Churnin' out that boogaloo
Gets you up and a'gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence



You lot! Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot! What? Don't stop
You lot! What?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot! What? Don't stop

Workin' for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to Sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard, I seen the price
Never mind that, it's time for the bus
We got to work, and you're one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk

"That's what I say, boss!"

Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss
It's our profit, it's his loss
But anyway, the lunch bell ring
Take one hour, and do your thaaaang!
Cheeseboigeeer!

"I play like a 12 inch
Well this is a kind of
A black New York rhythm that
We stole one night, so we think we grew our
Hair taking this little thing, I wanna
Take you to Jamaica not yet, yes
We are going down to Jamaica everybody
So hold on, fasten your seatbelts
Extinguish all reefers"