[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