You and me,we gonna take a Li'l trip down to Jamaica Have oursel' a little breaka Bacardi rum,peppered steaka Give the thirst a good ol' slakea Swim blue lagoons,dive in lakesa Chew some weed,eat some cakea Watch the day go all opaquea Sometimes asleep,sometime awakea These reggae boys aint no quakers A ceilidhe band of rasta shakers Will play all night for Finnegan's wakea Partay right through without a breaka It's heaven here an' no mistakea Where the buccaneer,Francis Drakea Big him up,like arab sheika It sets our hearts all to achea So soon these dreams we must forsakea Hello New York,goodbye, goodbye Jamaica.
Rasta Man.
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