We Could Be Jammin' Reggae

[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

 Hundred smackers in her Levi's
 The girl took off into the friendly skies
 She couldn't believe her own very eyes
 She was in for a big surprise
 Jammin' on the beach in the middle of the night
 Was her Mama as plain as daylight
 Dancin' with the same Dread who turned around to her and said
 Send a telex home to your Papa
 Tell him that you're never gonna come on home
 Cause in your whole life you've never been happier
 So he'd better, better Daddy, please, you'd better
 Come on down, Oh

 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