The Prince Lyrics

Buster, he sold the heat with a rock-steady beatAn 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 treatBuster, bowl me over with your bogus dance, shuffle me off my feet
Even if I keep on runnin', I'll never get to Orange streetSo I'll say there's nothin' left to say, for the man who set the beat
So I'll leave it up to you out there, to get him back on his feetBuster, bowl me over with your bogus dance, shuffle me off my feet
Even if I'll keep on runnin', I'll never get to Orange StreetBring back the
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