it's a very small world in the middle of a crowd the room gets dark when the music gets loud the rudies want to groove but there's no room to move 'cause
the punks in the corner, screaming like staring at the rude boys staring at the rude boys dancing with the rude boys dancing with the rude boys staring at the rude boys
Vertaling: Nasty Dag. Staar by die Rude Boys.
