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We Could Be Jammin' Reggae lyrics
We could be jammin' reggae
We could be jammin' reggae
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 Rastaman said
You ain't living to work
But, you're working to live
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
Part of these releases
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- Track 4 on Hold on to Love
- 3 Hold on to Love
- 5 Corruption
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