Written By: Bradley Nowell, Eric Wilson, Floyd Gaugh

Lyrics (Start at 0:00):

Go
And I won’t give it up to you
And I feel love
Feel love, love, love

Jailhouse gets empty
Rudy gets plenty
The baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller

Them fight against the youth
‘Cause we’re strong
Them are rude, rude people
Can’t fight against the youth
‘Cause we’re strong
Them are rude, rude people

Now when I was a youth in 1983
It was the best day of my life
Had the ’89 vision
We didn’t fuss or no fight
When all the little daughters wanna be my wife
A vision
It was playin’ on my guitar, on my guitar
I had to be there, I had to be there
I had to be there, I had to be there

And the rhythm playin’
I know that l’m gonna be there, yeah
Bud Gaugh will be singing there
And Eric Wilson will be bangin’ out there, yeah
Oh, and we’ll be all singin’, with version, with version
Reggae version, version, version, version, oh

What has been told to the wise and up-rooted? Yeah
It’s gonna be revealed unto you babes, and sublime

Rudy, Rudy, Rudy

Can’t fight against the youth
Right now, them are rude, rude people
Can’t fight against the resistance
Oh, right now, them are rude, rude people

We gonna rule this land among children
We gonna rule this land
‘Cause when that rhythm
It was playin’ on my guitar, on my guitar
I had to be there, I had to be there
I had to be there, I had to be there

Oh, when I was a youth, it was the best day
It was the best day of my life
We had the ’89 vision
We didn’t fuss or no fight
When all the little daughters wanna be my wife
When that rhythm
It was playin’ on my guitar, on my guitar
I had to be there, I had to be there
I had to be there, I had to be there
I had to be there, had to be there

Jailhouse gets empty
And Rudy gets plenty
Baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller, taller

Them fight against the youth
‘Cause we’re strong
Them are rude, rude people
Can’t fight against the youth