Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Smyth
Lead Vocals
Stargate Backing Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenny Smyth
Songwriter
David Attal
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B. Fouquet
Producer
David Attal
Producer
Songtexte
Ah, ah, ah, Yeah, a the bread basket bud sing all day ya, a Kenny Smith a talk to you Lord.
What a fire, it never stop from blaze, from you see the bread basket sing upon stage. Fire, me come fi nice up
the place, cheer up your spirit, put a smile on your face. Fire, it never stop from blaze, from you see the bread
basket sing upon stage. Fire, me come fi nice up the show, everybody skanking, nobody wanna go.
The vibe is right so everything seal up, music a play and big song a weal up. Herb a smoke and chalice a
steam up. Y’all disfeas like a Rasta party. Me ina the place, we have a good night tonight, Lord, a de bread
basket bud singer a chant ‘pon de mic, so let me tell you something.
Just libary someone, I’m gonna let you dance all night, oh Lord. One drink a Red Stripe or a Heineken, feel
the reggae music deep within your soul, don’t fight it let it take control. Reggae music is food for your soul,
don’t fight it, let it take control.
What a fire, it never stop from blaze, from you see the bread basket sing upon stage. Fire, me come fi nice up
the place, cheer up your spirit, put a smile on your face. Fire, it never stop from blaze, from you see the bread
basket sing upon stage. Fire, me come fi nice up the show, everybody skanking, nobody wanna go.
It’s a joy when we have a good time like this, good time like this yeah. So when the fans’ em come out come
hold a vibe with me, hold a vibe with me Lord. Especially my beautiful ladies, you know say Kenny love your
sweet sweet company, especially my beautiful ladies, so rock on comin.
Just library someone I’m gonna let you dance all night, oh Lord. One drink a Red Stripe or a Heineken, feel
the reggae music deep within your soul, don’t fight it let it take control. Reggae music is food for your soul,
give me some lighter if you want some more.
What a fire, it never stop from blaze, from you see the bread basket sing upon stage. Fire, me come fi nice up
the place, cheer up your spirit, put a smile on your face. Fire, it never stop from blaze, from you see the bread
basket sing upon stage. Fire, me come fi nice up the show, everybody skanking, nobody wanna go.
The vibe is right so everything seal up, music a play and big song a weal up. Herb a smoke and chalice a
steam up. Y’all disfeas like a Rasta party. Me ina the place, we have a good night tonight, Lord, a de bread
basket bud singer a chant ‘pon de mic, so let me tell you something.
Just library someone I’m gonna let you dance all night, oh Lord. One drink a Red Stripe or a Heineken, feel
the reggae music deep within your soul, don’t fight it let it take control. Reggae music is food for your soul,
push up your lighter if you want some more.
What a fire, it never stop from blaze, from you see the bread basket sing upon stage. Fire, me come fi nice up
the place, cheer up your spirit, put a smile on your face. Fire, it never stop from blaze, from you see the bread
basket sing upon stage. Fire, me come fi nice up the show, everybody skanking, nobody wanna go.
Written by: Kenny Smith
