Song Lyric Sunday: If Adolf Hitler Flew in Today

Jim Adams is the host for Song Lyric Sunday. This week’s theme is Punk Songs.


If we’re talking punk, there is only one band for me – The Clash and the one song that I will never grow tired of: (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais. Originally released as a single in June 1978, it made it to number 32 in the UK.

To be fair, White Man isn’t strictly punk with its hypnotic ska-reggae rhythm, but it has the punk ethos of focusing on a social and/or political issue. In this case, the watering down of reggae music, inequality, race relations and a clarion call to stop solving problems with violence. And all in under four minutes!

I must thank my two older brothers for my love of The Clash. Because when punk reared its snarling head in Britain in the mid-seventies, out went the progressives and glam rock and in came ripped clothes and safety pins. My mother was not amused. She was even less amused when I told her I want this song played at my funeral.

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they’ve got anything to say
There’s many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain’t got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain’t got no roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back, this is a bluebeat attack
‘Cause it won’t get you anywhere
Fooling with the guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An’ it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk rockers in the UK
They won’t notice anyway
They’re all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha, you think it’s funny
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They’d send a limousine anyway

I’m the all-night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I’m the white man in the Palais
Just looking’ for fun

I’m only looking for fun
Oh, please mister, just leave me alone
I’m only looking for fun
Looking, looking, looking for fun

Songwriter(s): Joe Strummer & Mick Jones
© Universal Music Publishing Group

Song Lyric Sunday: It’s the Allen Family!

Jim Adams is the host for Song Lyric Sunday. This week’s theme is songs from artists who have famous musician parents suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II.


Keith Allen is a British actor, author, broadcaster, comedian, musician, and singer. He is also a staunch socialist, ex-con and father of six children, including actor Alfie Allen and singer-songwriter Lily Allen. She’s a bit of a firebrand, just like her old man!

Released in 2006, LDN (shorthand for, and pronounced as, London) was Lily’s second single. It made it to number 6 in the UK but appears to have bombed everywhere else. Despite using Columbian Porro rhythms and sampling Reggae Merengue by Tommy McCook & The Supersonics. Maybe Lily’s cynical lyrics put people off!

Whatevah, here is the official video with Lily swanning around in a ball gown, trilling away about the less-than-sunny side of urban decay with a huge dollop of blunt wit and humour.

Riding through the city on my bike all day
‘Cause the filth took away my licence
It doesn’t get me down and I feel okay
‘Cause the sights that I’m seeing are priceless
Everything seems to look as it should
But I wonder what goes on behind doors
A fella looking dapper, and he’s sitting with a slapper
Then I see it’s a pimp and his crack whore

You might laugh, you might frown
Walkin’ ‘round London town

Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
When you look with your eyes
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
You can see it’s all lies

There was a little old lady who was walking down the road
She was struggling with bags from Tesco
There were people from the city having lunch in the park
I believe that is called alfresco
When a kid came along to offer a hand
But before she had time to accept it
Hits her over the head, doesn’t care if she’s dead
‘Cause he’s got all her jewellery and wallet

You might laugh, you might frown
Walkin’ round London town

Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
When you look with your eyes
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
You can see it’s all lies

Life, yeah, that’s city life (Angel, Dalston, Stockwell)
Yeah, that’s city life (Clapton, Soho, Ladbroke Grove)
Yeah, that’s city life
Life, yeah, that’s city life (Camden, Brixton, Putney)
Yeah, that’s city life (Tottenham, Chiswick, Old Kent Road)
Yeah, that’s city life

Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
When you look with your eyes
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
You can see it’s all lies
When you look with your eyes
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
You can see it’s all lies

You can see it’s all lies
You can see it’s all lies, lies, lies

Songwriter(s): Arthur Reid, Lily Allen, Darren Lewis & Iyiola Babalola
© EMI Records Ltd.

PS The inspiration for this song came from William Wordsworth’s poem, Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802.