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It's the music of Jamaica And I don't mean Jamaica Queens And I heard it on an airwave Coming up from New Orleans Put a pistol in your pocket Get up from your seat I'll show you a step to pick up your rep When you're dancing in the street Ska killers, Toasters U.S.A.! Some people call us trouble Some people call us tough Some people call us nasty names But their girlfriends call us up Cause they want to know the answer To all the bad things that we do A piece of lead up side your head Is all we've got for you Ska killers, Toasters U.S.A.! So I heard it out in Brooklyn And I heard it out in Queens Letras de cancionesI heard it on the radio On the road from New Orleans So if you like to dance on weekends Put a rachet on that beat I'll show you a step to enhance your rep If you're down on Orange Street Ska killers, Toasters U.S.A.! U.S.A. U.S.A. U.S.A. From Letras Mania