Slade

Reeba reeba!
Oh anytime you like, you want a hot summer's night
The sweet smell of weed in the air - yes sir
All the cats are hangin' on and flying like kites
You can tell by the glass in their stare yes sir
Any bar or pool room and the action gets rough
A sesne of discontent in the air, yes sir
Catch some sideways jojo that was tryin' to look tough
You can tell them Harlem cookies ain't square, no sir
The Ready steady kids are flippin their lids and rippin' their skids
The Ready steady kids are pickin' their sticks and smokin' their cigs
They're rowdy at ballgame the on a cold afternoon