[W. CJarke, M. Cooper, S. Coore, R. Daley, W. Stewart]
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We could be jammin' reggae
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We could be jammin' reggae
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(Scat)
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She was raised on burgers and fries
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Hot dogs, popcorn and chewing gum
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She wanted something different in her life
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(Always got the snow, craving for the sun)
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In the city all her working days
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Fantasizing a sweet island holiday
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You deserve an ivory trip someone said
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When she turned around
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She was looking in the eyes of a Dread
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Send a telex home to your Mama
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Tell her what the Rasta man said
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You ain't living to work
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But, you're working to live, oooh
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So you gotta, gotta, gotta gotta
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Grab a little reggae love and dance
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We could be jammin'reggae
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We could be dancin' all night long
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We should be jammin'reggae
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We should be dancin' 'til the morning sun
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Hundred smackers in her Levi's
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The girl took off into the friendly skies
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She couldn't believe her own very eyes
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She was in for a big surprise
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Jammin' on the beach in the middle of the night
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Was her Mama as plain as daylight
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Dancin' with the same Dread who turned around to her and said
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Send a telex home to your Papa
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Tell him that you're never gonna come on home
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Cause in your whole life you've never been happier
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So he'd better, better Daddy, please, you'd better
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Come on down, Oh
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We could be jammin' reggae
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We could be dancin' all night long
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We should be jammin' reggae
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We should be dancin' 'til the morning sun
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We Could Be Jammin' Reggae
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