lyrics

The sound of summer 2008

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Drinking in the morning sun
Blinking in the morning sun
Shaking off the heavy one
Heavy like a loaded gun

What made me behave that way?
Using words I never say
I can only think it must be love
Oh, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

Someone tell me how I feel
It’s silly wrong but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like the final meal
Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Oh, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

When my face is chamois-creased
If you think I’ll wink, I did
Laugh politely at repeats
Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see you like
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Stumbling over what to say
Well, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

So throw those curtains wide!
One day like this a year’d see me right!

One Day Like This – Elbow

Or, as I just have, you can get the album as MP3s from Amazon. The MP3 download store is well stocked, as you’d expect from Amazon, and I’ll be going back regularly I reckon.

It’s easy if you try

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Imagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

John Lennon – Imagine

We’ll be searching for the people that never never went to war

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Submarines in the harbour
incognito
Submarines of your dreams
not mine
The red red sky
must take the price
For giving to the people
who never never go to war

We’re glad it’s all over
We’re glad it’s all over
We’re glad it’s all over
We’re glad it’s all over

Hidden tunnels
secret items
guarded fences
Planet earth
resting ground
right now
The blue blue moon
knows that soon
We’ll be searching for the people
that never never went to war

We’re glad it’s all over
We’re glad it’s all over

The red red sky
must take the price
The red red sky
is giving to the people
that never never go to war

We’re glad it’s all over
We’re glad it´s all over
We’re glad it’´s all over…

Captain Sensible – Glad It’s All Over

The NRDC Archive of Nuclear Data

The proper lyrics for Covered in Punk, which I misremembered earlier

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Hey-oh Hey-oh Hey-oh Hey-oh
Oh look at me, I’m covered in punk,
Covered in new wave, covered in you.
Oh look at me, I’m covered in punk, all over the radio, over you.
Oh look at me, you’ve covered your face, covered in the moment,
Covered in lace.
Oh see me now, I’m bucking like a broncho,
Eat your candy, eat your candy.

Look at me, I scream like a banshee, God send the drag queen, god send the drag queen.
Can you see me covered in showbiz, swimming in rubbish, swimming with the big fish.
Do you see me coming like a comet, go like a rocket in your socket.
Look at me, I’m looking at you, look at me I’m saying I do.

It’s my obsession, what’s your confession?
Chorus
I’m covered in punk, I’m covered in you,
I’m covered in all the things you do.
I’m covered in punk, I’m sticking like glue,
I’m covered in everything we do.

Hey-oh (covered in it) Hey-oh

Oh look at me, I’m covered in punk,
Covered in the moment, covered in you.
Oh look at me, I’m covered in the front page,
Headlines screaming it’s just a phase.
Oh look at this, we kissed the graffiti.
Covered in paint, covered in paint.
Oh look at you, you’re bucking like a broncho,
Eat my candy, eat my candy.

See me now, scratching your surface,
Taking my chances, blowing my screen test.
Look at me not minding my language,
Doing you damage, doing you damage.
Oh I can see you come like a rocket, go like a comet in my pocket.
Look at me, I’m looking at you, Look at me, i’m saying I do.

It’s my obsession, what’s your confession?
Chorus x2
(covered in it)
It’s my obsession, what’s your confession? x2
Chorus x2

Portobella – Covered in Punk

The subliminal mind fuck America

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Don’t want to be an American idiot.
Don’t want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

Well maybe I’m the faggot America.
I’m not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

Don’t want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It’s calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

American Idiot – Green Day

It comes as no surprise that racists were planning an attempt on BArack Obama’s life. There are probably a few dozen people at any time plotting to kill the US President or anyone likely to become the President. No doubt that number will rocket up if Obama gets the number one job.

Just over a week to go and the crazy keeps on coming.

A McCain volunteer claimed to have been attacked by a 6’4″ black man who scratched a backwards B on her cheek. The attack was revealed to be a figment of her imagination and the wound self inflicted, but not before the McCain campaign and various followers were all over it.

Sarah Palin’s had a huge amount spent on her wardrobe. Only now she can’t wear it because of the fuss. And she has claimed that the clothes are all only on loan to her anyway. So the next time the Republicans go looking for a female candidate for anything she’d best have the same measurements as Palin or they won’t be able to use the clothes they bought for the last one.

There’s more- there will always be more- but it’s a little late for me to go rooting around for links.

Well can’t you see me standing here, I’ve got my back against the record machine

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I get up, and nothing gets me down.
You got it tough. I’ve seen the toughest around.
And I know, baby, just how you feel.
You’ve got to roll with the punches to get to what’s real
Oh can’t you see me standing here,
I’ve got my back against the record machine
I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen.
Oh can’t you see what I mean ?
Might as well jump. jump !
Might as well jump.
Go ahead, jump. jump !
Go ahead, jump.
Aaa-ohh hey you! Who said that ?
Baby how you been ?
You say you don’t know, you won’t know
Until we begin.
Well can’t you see me standing here,
I’ve got my back against the record machine
I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen.
Oh can’t you see what I mean ?
Might as well jump. jump !
Go ahead, jump.
Might as well jump. jump !
Go ahead, jump.
(guitar solo)
(keyboard solo)
Might as well jump. jump !
Go ahead, jump.
Get it and jump. jump !
Go ahead, jump.

Van Halen – Jump

As a bonus, here’s the bluegrass version-

From Strummin’ with the Devil: The Southern Side of Van Halen

Trying to get to heaven fore the sun goes down, yeah

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Livin in a shack in a one-horse town
Trying to get to heaven fore the sun goin down
Lizard in a bottle, yeah

Dizzy in a haze for 40 days
Hey there, little devil

Come on little devil
Be my little angel
Come on little devil
Be my, yeah, angel, ow

Oh, she came on with an alligator smile
Dynamite lover, scorpion child
Trying to get to heaven fore the sun goes down, yeah

She came on with a cyclone kiss
Hey there baby, you dont never miss
Lizard in a bottle, oh yeah

Come on little devil
Be my little angel
Come on little devil
Be my little angel, angel

Come on little devil
Be my little angel
Come on little devil
Be my, oh be my, angel

The Cult – Lil Devil

On Saturday morning, having found a Ford dealership that would sell me anti-freeze and topped up the radiator system on the minibus I was driving back to the church hall. To encourage the anti freeze to properly mix with the water in the system the heating was on full blast. So the windows were down to keep me from roasting. Then Lil Devil came on the tape player, a song that always makes me smile. Then, out of a bright and shiny sky, it started raining. Very heavily.

Yes, I was the mad sassenach laughing like a loon at the traffic lights in a blue van.

Oh the clever things I should say to you

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Oh the clever
things I should say to you
They got stuck somewhere
Stuck between me and you

Oh I’m nervous
I don’t know what to do
Light a cigarrette
I only smoke when I’m with you

What the hell do I do this for?
You’re just another guy
OK, you’re kind of sexy
But you’re not really special

But I won’t mind
If you take me home
Come on, take me home

I won’t mind
if you take off all your clothes
Come on, take them off

‘Cause I like you so much better when you’re naked
I like me so much better when you’re naked
I like you so much better when you’re naked
I like me so much better when you’re naked

Ida Maria – I like you so much better when you’re naked

William Shatner is the Rocket Man

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Not quite as insanely brilliant as his rendition of Common People, but still fairly mad.

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time…

vis Living the Scientific Life

38 Line Poem

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When I lay night,

you know I feel alright,

and there’s a reason why.

And my reasons why,

I feel so high,

I’ve got the flying five.

And no I wouldn’t sing,

just to gather hoards,

that would only bore.

My reasons why

I’m with the flying five,

they’re worth so much more.

And no they didn’t come,

just to sing you pop,

or to join the rot.

You know they didn’t come

to hear the words

“Forget Me Not”,

‘cos they’re just like everybody else.

38 Line Poem – Wonder Stuff

I’m optimistic about today’s weather

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Sun is shinin’ in the sky
There ain’t a cloud in sight
It’s stopped rainin’ ev’rybody’s in a play
And don’t you know
It’s a beautiful new day hey,hey

Runnin’ down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly in the city
On the streets where once was pity
Mister blue sky is living here today hey, hey

Mister blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?

Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration, mister blue sky’s up there waitin’
And today is the day we’ve waited for

Hey there mister blue
We’re so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Ev’rybody smiles at you

Mister blue sky, mister blue sky
Mister blue sky

Mister blue, you did it right
But soon comes mister night creepin’ over
Now his hand is on your shoulder
Never mind I’ll remember you this
I’ll remember you this way

Mister blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?

Hey there mister blue
We’re so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Ev’rybody smiles at you
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

Mr Blue Sky – Electric Light Orchestra

And life is grand

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And life is grand

And I will say this at the risk of falling from favor

With those of you who have appointed yourselves

To expect us to say something darker

And love is real

And though I realize this is not a deep observation

To those of you who find it necessary

To conceal love or obscure it, as is the fashion

Life is Grand – Camper Van Beethoven

When I make a film with enough of a budget to licence a few songs, I want this one over the end credits.

Well, I'll be an interesting 40 year old, at least

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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen….

Baz Luhrman – Sunscreen

Well, I’ll be an interesting 40 year old, at least

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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen….

Baz Luhrman – Sunscreen

Just say I packed my plastic bag And went away

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Well if I have a whim
I either sink or swim
It never really seems to matter either way
And if a bill comes in
Just throw it in the bin
Because I’m sure to get some more another day

Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam I’m on me way
Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam

I ought to face life’s complications
But I haven’t got the inclination
And I never learned the hang of facing my responsibilities
So when the bailiff comes
Explain to him
I haven’t got a thing to give to him
But if he wants to come and visit me
This is where I’ll be

Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam I’m on me way
Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam

Well if my bank should phone
Tell them I ain’t at home
Just say I packed my plastic bag
And went away
As for the landlord’s rent
I spent it on a tent
So if he’s asking questions
You’ll know what to say

Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam I’m on me way
Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam
Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam he’s on his way
Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam
Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam I’m on me way
Zambesi Zambesi Zambesi Zam
(etc)

Zambezi – The Piranhas (album doesn’t have Zambezi on it, but it does have Tom Hark)

It's the heat and the steam of the city

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I can’t see you, mama
But I can hardly wait
oh To touch and to feel you, mama
Oh, I just can’t keep away
In the heat and the steam of the city
Ooh, it’s got me running and I just can’t brake
So say you’ll help me, mama
‘Cause it’s getting so hard, ooh

Now I can’t keep you, mama
But I know you’re always there
You listen, you teach me, mama
And I know inside you care
So get down, down here beside me
Ooh, you ain’t going nowhere
No, I won’t hurt you, mama
But it’s getting so hard, ooh

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, awh
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, awh

Can’t you see me here, mama,
Mama, mama, mama, please?
Can’t you feel my heart?
Can’t you feel my heart?
Can’t you feel my heart, ooh?
Now listen to me, mama
Mama, mama
You’re taking away my last chance
Don’t take it away !
Can’t you feel my heart?

ha ha ha,ha ha ha awh

It’s hot, too hot for me, mama
But I can hardly wait
My eyes, they’re burning, mama
And I can feel my body shake
Don’t stop! Don’t stop me, mama
Ooh, make the pain, make it go away, hey
No, I won’t hurt you, mama
But it’s getting so hard, ooh

Now I can’t see you, mama
But I know you’re always there
You taunt, you tease me, mama
But I never, never, never can keep away
It’s the heat and the steam of the city
Ooh, got me running and I just can’t brake
So stay, don’t leave me, mama
‘Cause it’s getting so hard, ooh

Don’t go, no no don’t go
No no no, don’t go…
ha ha ha
dont go
ha ha ha awh
no dont let me go
dont go

Genesis – Mama

It’s the heat and the steam of the city

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I can’t see you, mama
But I can hardly wait
oh To touch and to feel you, mama
Oh, I just can’t keep away
In the heat and the steam of the city
Ooh, it’s got me running and I just can’t brake
So say you’ll help me, mama
‘Cause it’s getting so hard, ooh

Now I can’t keep you, mama
But I know you’re always there
You listen, you teach me, mama
And I know inside you care
So get down, down here beside me
Ooh, you ain’t going nowhere
No, I won’t hurt you, mama
But it’s getting so hard, ooh

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, awh
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, awh

Can’t you see me here, mama,
Mama, mama, mama, please?
Can’t you feel my heart?
Can’t you feel my heart?
Can’t you feel my heart, ooh?
Now listen to me, mama
Mama, mama
You’re taking away my last chance
Don’t take it away !
Can’t you feel my heart?

ha ha ha,ha ha ha awh

It’s hot, too hot for me, mama
But I can hardly wait
My eyes, they’re burning, mama
And I can feel my body shake
Don’t stop! Don’t stop me, mama
Ooh, make the pain, make it go away, hey
No, I won’t hurt you, mama
But it’s getting so hard, ooh

Now I can’t see you, mama
But I know you’re always there
You taunt, you tease me, mama
But I never, never, never can keep away
It’s the heat and the steam of the city
Ooh, got me running and I just can’t brake
So stay, don’t leave me, mama
‘Cause it’s getting so hard, ooh

Don’t go, no no don’t go
No no no, don’t go…
ha ha ha
dont go
ha ha ha awh
no dont let me go
dont go

Genesis – Mama

Drivin’ through Constant Spring

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See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting
True them no know and ting
We have them going and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

See me pon the road I hear you call out to me
True you see mi inna pants and ting
See mi in a ‘alter back
Sey mi gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi in mi Benz and ting
Drivin’ through Constant Spring
Them check sey me come from cosmo spring
But a true dem no know and ting
Dem no know sey we top ranking
Uptown Top Ranking

Shoulda see me and the ranking dread
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Watch how we chuck it and ting
Inna we khaki suit and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me
When you see me inna pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me
True you see me in me pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

You shoulda see me and the ranking dread,
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Althea and Donna- Uptown Top Ranking

Drivin' through Constant Spring

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See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting
True them no know and ting
We have them going and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

See me pon the road I hear you call out to me
True you see mi inna pants and ting
See mi in a ‘alter back
Sey mi gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi in mi Benz and ting
Drivin’ through Constant Spring
Them check sey me come from cosmo spring
But a true dem no know and ting
Dem no know sey we top ranking
Uptown Top Ranking

Shoulda see me and the ranking dread
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Watch how we chuck it and ting
Inna we khaki suit and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me
When you see me inna pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me
True you see me in me pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

You shoulda see me and the ranking dread,
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Althea and Donna- Uptown Top Ranking

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Sunny Day
Sweepin’ the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet

Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street

Come and play
Everything’s A-OK
Friendly neighbors there
That’s where we meet

Can you tell me how to get
How to get to Sesame Street

It’s a magic carpet ride
Every door will open wide
To Happy people like you–
Happy people like
What a beautiful

Sunny Day
Sweepin’ the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet

Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame street…

How to get to Sesame Street

How to get to…

Sesame Street theme