i aint got no rhythm draggin me around i'm the white kinda color on the wrong side of town and all the people down in brixton
town said hey white boy wont you lend me a pound aint got no pund no dollor or quid dont pick my own pocket or even if i did i got the same chances any black man do said hey white boy your new job is cool well the black man got the rhythm and thw white man got the law and i know one thing i've been workin for dont care about the country go to
rack and ruin whole world will follow they'll be singin this tume whole world will follow they'll be sinin joe's tune