Life coming in so many levels
Nothing is quite what it seems
Caught by the words that we use to explain it

Who put the "me" in mean
Who put the burning "fuse" in confusion
Who put the "more" in amore
Who put the "arms" in Armageddon
Who put the "war" in Awoah!?

All this and you still want more
Now if you need a ting
To see you through the morning
A little ray of light to guide you through the night
A piece of joy to hold you 'til tomorrow?
Dem call it ska
It come from Jamaica

Now who put the "ass" and the "lass" in classic
Who put the "rave" in grave
Who put the "in" and the "na" in vagina
Who put the "aids" in laid
Who put the "ho" and the "oom" in hotel room
The key or the "or" in thе door
Who put the "in" and the "na" in vagina
Who put the "war" in Awoah!?
All that and you still want morе?
Dem call it ska-a-a (what dem call it?)
Dem call it ska
Dem call it ska and the red stripe tastes so pretty
Dem call it ska, it come from Jamaica

Now who lit the burning "fuse" in confusion
Smuggled the "arms" in Armageddon
Who slipped the "in" and the "na" in vagina (oh my!)
The "rave" in grave, and the "ate" into later

Does this all make you ball for more?
Well if you need a ting (a ting a ting a ting a ting)
A little ray of light to guide you through the night
A piece of joy to hold you 'til tomorrow?
Well dem call it ska, it come from Jamaica
Dem call it ska dem call it ska dem call it ska
Dem call it ska, and this one pass through Santa Monica!