| Get-a-way |
| (To The Maxximum, 1994) |
|
Come
with me, myself is feeling irie
Me born and me rest in the New York City All in a dance hall, 'n a dance hall, 'n a dance floor With you a wrong dance man Ragga man yes, it is a ragga man jam He's the music jumping pump to the pressure Pump it up slap and swing your body While you listen to the music jump up and party Ragga this, ragga that, and a rabba-dub style Feeling OK, we are feeling so irie I'm a white man, I'm a white man Ragga with me and your body to dance, man Boom shakalak truly open your mind I'm the white raggaman baby one of a kinda Ragga man yes gonna make my day Open your mind, I'm your getaway Chorus: Getaway, getaway, you're my getaway Getaway, Baby I wanna break out Getaway, getaway, you're my getaway Getaway, getaway Biribiribi, me feeling irie Come back again, with the sound of Europe On the party, I'm the dance man Flipping around to the ragga-man style Bringing champagne Party people to the wrong dance man In the club, in the dance hall Everybody do the wrong dance man now Chorus I need you night and day Baby I need you Yes you're my getaway Take it night, night and day I wanna break up now You're my getaway I need you night and day Getaway, getaway Do it, do it, baby do it night and day Do it, do it, baby you're my getaway Chorus |