Reggae Song

Arri up run and tell her mother she don't know why

All the girls in Remedial Crock Shop like disco pie

Like it cold with their toast for breakfast Arri start to cry

Yeah yeah yeah

She can't swim it: it's off limit

Anyway who wants to look like they're going to church ever?

Yeah yeah yeah

...Let alone on a Friday night

Halfway home Arri run for cover, she hear the news

Natty Dread give up on the Yankees lost all their blues

Elmore James live in Yugoslavia, nothing left to lose

Yeah yeah yeah

Go on let it: just forget it

(Who really cares y'know?)

Yeah yeah yeah

This is a reggae song

It's called reggae (It's called reggae, reggae)

A reggae song

Arri up steady dead gone school girl can't make her head

Understand why her God-gave peer group act like they're dead

Can't recall how to cope with mystery but they're well-fed

Yeah yeah yeah

You poor suckers, dumb fuckers

You don't even know what we're playing

Yeah yeah yeah

This is a reggae song

It's called reggae (It's called reggae, reggae)

A reggae song

This is a reggae song

It's called reggae (It's called reggae, reggae)

A reggae song