I've got a prime, old-time, familiar beat. So put on your shoes and get on your feet. I've got the rude boys and skinheads all in the joint. Enough introductory, man, get to the point! Well, I don't hear ska on the radio, and do I know why, well, I don't know. But if I get my wish when I get to heaven, I'll hear the ska 24-7. I want ska on the radio! I don't hear it at all! I've got a prime, old-time, familiar dance, gauranteed to shake up your pants. When I turn on the radio, what do I hear? Same old shit, the D.J. chewing my ear. But I still don't hear ska on the radio.