Uptown Rebel Songtext
von Third World

Fried it in the morning
Stewed it for lunch, yeah
Roasted it for dinner
And when I wouldn′t eat it they said I was a sinner

First day I come home and say 'Rastafari′
You would a-think it was a funeral, yeah
The way my people start to cry
The next day I'll be ok, some ital cooking
Everyone was looking, yeah
They don't like my style but they love the seasoning

Uptown rebel, fight for a cause
Uptown rebel, fight for a cause
′Town rebel, fight for a cause
Musical rebel, fight for a cause

It′s a sad, sad, sad, sad story, they say
A decent man like him hasn't had a chance in seven years
Two thousand five hundred and fifty five days


Uptown rebel, fight for a cause
Uptown rebel, musical cause
′Town rebel, fight for a cause
Musical rebel, fight for a cause

They say, I was born in a good family
But when I check the facts
It's just one life for you and me

Rebel, catch a call on I
Rebel, catch a so I say, show I
Rebel, catch a call on I, call I
Rebel, catch a so I say, so I say
(Rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel)
I say rude they say (rebel)
I say rude they say (rebel)
I say wicked drumming (rebel)
I say wicked drumming (rebel)
I say bubble piano man (rebel)
I say bubble piano man (rebel, rebel, rebel)

I say lick it gets it (rebel)
I say wizard gets it (rebel)
I say wizard gets it (rebel, rebel, rebel)
I say Coore piano man (rebel).