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