Too Hot - Prince Buster

Too hot, this town is too hot

Too hot, too hot

Now they calling in for the guns

About to spoil the rudeboy funs

The rudeboys never give up their guns

It’s too hot, too hot

No man can tell them what to do

Too hot, too hot

Pound for pound, they say they’re ruder than you

Too hot, too hot

They are the boss, and no back talk

If mad, then have a coffin you like

And you choose your burial site

Pay for insurance, make up your will

Come out and take them (fight them, fight them)

The soldiers came back to you without them

The police force are afraid, they can’t even touch them

Too hot, too hot

Them say «If you think you’re bad, why don’t you come out yourself?»

These boys fighting for a fight, fight in the night

They don’t flight because it’s too hot

Too hot, too hot

Too hot, too hot…