Cooper Station Blues

I want to talk to you today about Moon Records,
I sent them a tape that I had made about a month ago.
I said that the band is breaking up, I'm trying to go solo,
The man on the phone called back to say, that Mr. Bucket said no.

He don't know if the rude boys, like you boys,
Will like my stuff, but he know
The one man show will never go
And the tape it sounds too rough.

I know it's true, they'll never like what they never get to hear,
It's been that way for ska over the years.
But why should the ska world cover its ears
To the sounds of my blood, sweat and tears?

When I want to play ska,
I want to play ska for all of you.
I want to play ska for all of you,
'Cause ska is what I do.

And so I've come down to New York to demonstrate to you,
that Venice Shoreline Chris is paying respect to the roots.
So clap your hands, sway your hips, get into a soulful groove,
Hear this music straight from my heart to you.

I want to play ska,
I want to play ska for all of you.
I want to play ska for all of you,
'Cause ska is what I do.

I want to play ska,
I want to play ska for all of you.
I want to play ska for all of you,
'Cause the ska is what I do.

And I think that the rude boys, like you boys,
Might like my stuff, and I know
The one man show is here we go
And the tape it sounds just raw enough.