Tom Robinson Band - Number One Protection lyrics

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Well we used to see his roller all around the Gate

With the smoked glass windows and the personal plates

In the big league bastards he was Number One

He had half of North Kensington under his thumb

Sweet as razorblade, twice as cruel

Compromising as a paranoid mule

Warm and assuring as a sawn-off gun

Everyone was terrified of Number One

Get some protection

Everybody had to get protection

Get some protection

You'll never get ahead without protection

He had a half-inch barnet and Italian shades

Went jogging with the doberman every day

Had a West End attorney in a jacket and tie

And all the cops in his pocket that his money could buy

Sweet as razorblade, twice as cruel

Compromising as a paranoid mule

Warm and assuring as a sawn-off gun

He was Notting Hill's answer to Atilla the Hun

Get some protection

Everybody had to get protection

Get some protection

You'll never get ahead without protection

Well he got a bit cocky - so the story goes

And he ended up treading on too many toes

The Ali supermarkets they decided to fight

And the sons of Mohammed took him out that night

The police followed them to Acton Town

But a burnt BMW was all they found

Nobody testified, everyone

Was glad to see the back of him - Number One

Get some protection

Too bad he never had protection

Get some protection

You never get ahead without protection