Driving around in a Scudo Combinato,
we may look bad, but we are not from the ghetto
Playin' ska, havin' fun, chasin' women,
being rock'n'roll, is what we're dreamin'

A lot of booze, but no drugs on rehearsals,
it makes us drunk, it makes us write some own verses
Six-pack band, with the worst horn section,
our trumpet man thinks he's a Satchmo reflection

(Chorus):
It's us, we don't play just for cash
It's us, we'll stay if the food is fresh
Black valley ska ambassadors
Yes we are Red Five Point Star

We weren't seen in Russia, in the U.S.A.,
we're not a fancy band, well so what they say
And guess what said an old friend of mine:
"You gotta' keep rockin', now is your time!"