We Could Be Jammin’ Reggae Third World

(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