King Tubby died today
Struck down by a careless cliche
The Hitman had to say it was an error
He was aiming for the airplay

Is there hope, in being ahead of our time?
Brother can you spare me a bassline?
How come you've got pre-pubescents fainting
When Van Gogh died before he sold a painting.*

Now time keeps on slipping
And we're to blame
While the pioneers are starving in J.A

So we spied like a fly on the wall
Deep within the halls of the record companies
And they know it is poor
But what the hell, it's going to get "A" listed

Now we've hit on 24 tracks
Before the ink is dry upon the contracts
We've a dream of Marx & Lenin
Drowning in a sea of snow-washed denim

Why should the masters innovate
When every time we come along & rob them?
And well may you shrug & renovate
If you're not part of the solution
You're part of the problem
* N.B. He did actually sell one