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Madness - 1.The Prince Buster, he saw the heat With a rock-steady beat *** An earthquake is erupting *** But not in our old street *** A ghost-dance is preparing You got to help us with your feet If you're not in the mood to dance Step back, grab yourself a seat This may not be uptown Jamaica But we promise you a treat *** Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance Shovin' me off my feet Even though I'll keep on runnin' *** I'll never get to our old street So I'll say there's nothin' left to say For the man who's left the beat So I'll leave it up to you out there To get him back on his feet *** Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance Shovin' me off my feet Even though I'll keep on runnin' *** I'll never get to our old street Bring back the Who is the We want the Bring back the Prince...aahh! |
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