ROOTS RADICAL by RANCID
VERSE
T[C]ook the 60 bus o[F]ut of downtown Campbell,
Ben Zan[G]otto he was o[F]n there
He was wa[C]iting for me.
A[C]ll the punk rockers a[F]nd the moon stompers,
Are o[G]ut on the co[F]rner where they're spa[C]ring for change.
I[C] started thinkin'
You k[F]now I started drinkin'
I d[G]on't remem[F]ber too much o[C]f that day.
So[C]mething struck me funny when [F]we ran out of money,
W[G]here do you g[F]o now when your o[C]nly 15?
PRECHORUS
Wi[G]th the music exectution and t[F]he talk of revolution
It bl[D]eeds in me...And it goes-
CHORUS
[C]Give em the boot, The ro[F]ots, the radicals[G].
[C]Give em the boot, [F]You know I'm a r[G]adical.
[C]Give em the boot, Th[F]e roots th[G]e reggae on my stereo.
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
VERSE
The[C] radio was playin'
Desmon De[F]kker was singin'
On the 4[G]3'd b[F]us as w[C]e climb up the hill.
N[C]othing incomin' but the r[F]eggae drummin'
And we a[G]ll come fr[F]om unlov[C]ing homes.
W[C]hy even bother,
I pi[F]ck up the bottle.
Hey Mr. B[G]us driver pl[F]ease let these pe[C]ople on.
R[C]ude girl Carol was a mi[F]ni-skirt girl,
M[G]y blurry vis[F]ion saw not[C]hing wrong.
C (3 3 5 5 3 3)
F (1 3 3 1 1 1)
G (3 5 5 3 3 3)
D (x 0 4 2 3 2)
VERSE
T[C]ook the 60 bus o[F]ut of downtown Campbell,
Ben Zan[G]otto he was o[F]n there
He was wa[C]iting for me.
A[C]ll the punk rockers a[F]nd the moon stompers,
Are o[G]ut on the co[F]rner where they're spa[C]ring for change.
I[C] started thinkin'
You k[F]now I started drinkin'
I d[G]on't remem[F]ber too much o[C]f that day.
So[C]mething struck me funny when [F]we ran out of money,
W[G]here do you g[F]o now when your o[C]nly 15?
PRECHORUS
Wi[G]th the music exectution and t[F]he talk of revolution
It bl[D]eeds in me...And it goes-
CHORUS
[C]Give em the boot, The ro[F]ots, the radicals[G].
[C]Give em the boot, [F]You know I'm a r[G]adical.
[C]Give em the boot, Th[F]e roots th[G]e reggae on my stereo.
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
VERSE
The[C] radio was playin'
Desmon De[F]kker was singin'
On the 4[G]3'd b[F]us as w[C]e climb up the hill.
N[C]othing incomin' but the r[F]eggae drummin'
And we a[G]ll come fr[F]om unlov[C]ing homes.
W[C]hy even bother,
I pi[F]ck up the bottle.
Hey Mr. B[G]us driver pl[F]ease let these pe[C]ople on.
R[C]ude girl Carol was a mi[F]ni-skirt girl,
M[G]y blurry vis[F]ion saw not[C]hing wrong.
C (3 3 5 5 3 3)
F (1 3 3 1 1 1)
G (3 5 5 3 3 3)
D (x 0 4 2 3 2)