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Scritti Politti Lyrics


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The boom boom bap, the tap a tap tap
Well, that's the beat of my life
A weak heart drop, oh, poppa don't stop
Bittersweet about life

You know that barroom belles, well, they're calling
You know their perfume smells like blood
If looks could kill singing dollar, dollar bill
Well, that's the beat of my life

A Zigaboo kick, a Jimmy Chank lick
Well, that's the beat of my heart
A come again cut, I'll be telling you what
That's the betterest part

You know the barroom boys, well, they've fallen
And juice joint Jane got high
If looks could kill singing dollar, dollar bill
On the street of my heart

To the beat, to the beat, to the beat
Play it over and over again
Play it over and over again, let me know, let me know, let me know
I am yours and I'm ready to go

The yes, yes y'all was the siren call
To come around to my life
I said big beat drum, hear it kitty come, come
That's the sound of my life

The Brewski Point was calling
That got bellywash blood in my heart
The boom boom rap, the tap a tap tap
And that's only the start

I'll wait till December, baby
I'll wait till my hands stay still
And then in December, baby
I'm in for the cure or kill

Hard times sucker MC's
Jays Game, thirty days
Wake up Hollis Crew
Rock Box it's like that





I love you still, I always will

Overall Meaning

Scritti Politti's song The Boom Boom Bap is a reflection on the singer's experiences with the barroom culture of drinking and the rough, gritty sounds that accompany it. The lyrics paint a picture of a world where the beat of the heart is synonymous with the sound of the bar, and where the barroom belles' perfume smells of blood. The lyrics also suggest that the singer's heart is weak, and that he is bittersweet about life.


The song is a commentary on the harsh realities of life, and the powerless feeling that comes with being trapped in a cycle of addiction and bad habits. The lyrics suggest that the singer is unable to escape the allure of the barroom culture, and that he will always be a part of it. The chorus of the song, which encourages the listener to play the beat of the song over and over again, symbolizes the unrelenting nature of addiction and the difficulty of breaking away from it.


Line by Line Meaning

The boom boom bap, the tap a tap tap
This is the rhythm that defines the singer's life


Well, that's the beat of my life
The beat of life is perfectly captured in the song's rhythm


A weak heart drop, oh, poppa don't stop
Life is bittersweet, with moments of pain and heartbreak


Bittersweet about life
Life is a complex and emotional experience


You know that barroom belles, well, they're calling
The singer is drawn to the lure of nightclubs and the women who frequent them


You know their perfume smells like blood
The women in these establishments exude a sense of danger and temptation


If looks could kill singing dollar, dollar bill
The singer is drawn to the allure of money and fame


Well, that's the beat of my life
Money and fame are integral parts of the singer's life


A Zigaboo kick, a Jimmy Chank lick
The song's rhythm is a mix of different styles and influences


Well, that's the beat of my heart
The song's rhythm defines the singer's emotional state


A come again cut, I'll be telling you what
The song's structure and arrangement is a source of great enjoyment for the singer


That's the betterest part
The structure of the song is highly satisfying for the singer


You know the barroom boys, well, they've fallen
The male patrons of nightclubs are often victims of their own excesses


And juice joint Jane got high
The singer is drawn to the drugs and danger that permeate these establishments


On the street of my heart
The singer's emotional life is defined by these experiences


To the beat, to the beat, to the beat
The singer is highly entranced and obsessed with the song's rhythm


Play it over and over again
The singer is highly obsessed with the song's rhythm and structure


Let me know, let me know, let me know
The singer wants everyone to know how much he loves this song


I am yours and I'm ready to go
The singer is fully invested in the pleasures and temptations of life


The yes, yes y'all was the siren call
The allure of the nightclub lifestyle is impossible for the singer to resist


To come around to my life
The singer is inviting others to join him in his lifestyle


I said big beat drum, hear it kitty come, come
The song's rhythm is an irresistible call to pleasure


That's the sound of my life
The song's rhythm is an integral part of the singer's lifestyle


The Brewski Point was calling
The singer is drawn to the pleasures and camaraderie of drinking


That got bellywash blood in my heart
Drinking is an emotional and deeply satisfying experience for the singer


And that's only the start
The singer's pleasures and temptations are just beginning


I'll wait till December, baby
The singer is willing to wait for anything that will bring him pleasure


I'll wait till my hands stay still
Until he is physically unable, the singer will continue to pursue pleasure


And then in December, baby
The singer is confident that his patience will pay off


I'm in for the cure or kill
The singer is committed to living his life to the fullest, no matter the consequences


Hard times sucker MC's
The singer recognizes the difficulties of life, but remains determined to overcome them


Jays Game, thirty days
Sports and other activities are an important escape from the difficulties of life


Wake up Hollis Crew
The singer is calling on others to join him in his lifestyle


Rock Box it's like that
The singer is excited to experience the pleasures of music and dance


I love you still, I always will
The song's rhythm and structure will always be a source of great joy and pleasure for the singer




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Green Gartside

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