Took the 60 busout of downtown cambell ben zanditohe was on there he was waitin' for meall the punk rockersand the moon stompersare out on the corners wherethey sparing for change I started thinkin'you know i started drinkin'you know i don't remember too much of that daysomethin' struck me funny when we ran out of moneydo you go now when your only is With the music execution and the talk of revolutionit bleeds in me and it goesGive 'em the boot the roots the radicalsgive 'em the boot you know i'm a radicalgive 'em the boot the roots the reggae on my stereoThe radio was playin' desmon dekker was singin'on the 49 bus as we climb up the hillnothin' incoming but the reggae drummin'and we all come from unloving homeswhy even bother i pick up the bohlehey mr. bus driver please let these people onrude girl carol was a mini-skirt girlmy blurry vision saw nothin' wrong.