The Prince
Lyrics
Buster he sold the heat
With a rocksteady beat
An earthquake is erupting
But not in orange 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
[Chorus:]
Buster bowl me over
With you bogus dance
Shuffle me off my feet
Even if I kept on running
I'd never get to orange street
So I say there's not much left to say
For the man who set the beat
So I leave it up to you out there
To get him back on his feet
[Chorus:]
Bring back the who is the we want the
Bring back the Prince
Writer(s): CATHAL JOSEPH SMYTH, CHRISTOPHER JOHN FOREMAN, DANIEL MARK WOODGATE, GRAHAM MCPHERSON, LEE THOMPSON, LEE JAY THOMPSON, MARK WILLIAM BEDFORD, MICHAEL BARSON
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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