Out of town

“Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town
Chase those crazy bladheads
Out of town

I and I build the cabin
I and I plant the corn
Didn't my people before me
Slave for this country
Now you look me with a scorn
Then you eat up all my corn

We gonna chase those crazy baldheads
Chase them crazy
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town

Build your penitentiary, we build your school
Brainwash education to make us the fools
Hate is your reward for our love
Telling us of your God above

We gonna chase those crazy
Chase those crazy bunkheads
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town

Here comes the conman
Coming with his con plan
We won't take no bribe, we got to stay alive

We gonna chase those crazy
Chase those crazy baldheads
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town”

—Bob Marley

One of the greatest songs ever, better sung at 1:00 AM in the streets forgetting the very lyrics.