The Prince

Written By Thompson

Buster he sold the heat

With a rock steady beat

An earthquake is erupting

but not in orange street

A ghost dance is preparing

You got to help us with your feet

If you're not in the mood to dance

Step back give yourself a seat

This is may not be uptown Jamaica

But we promise you a treat

Buster bowl me over

With your bogus dance

Shuffle me off my feet

Even If I kept on running

I'd never get to Orange Street

So I say there's not much left to say

For the man who set they beat

So I leave it up to you out there

To get him back on his feet

Buster bowl me over

With your bogus dance

Shuffle me off my feet

Even If I kept on running

I'd never get to Orange Street

Bring back the, Who is the, We want the