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 feetIf 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 though I'll keep on running
I'll never get to Orange streetSo I set it up myself 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 though I'll keep on runnin'
I'll never get to Orange streetBring back the
Who is the

We want the
Bring back the prince