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Buster he sold the heat With a rocksteady 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 grab yourself a seat This may not be uptown Jamaica But we promise you a treat Buster bowl me over With you 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 the beat So I leave it up to you out there To get him back on his feet Buster bowl me over With you 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
Writer(s): Christopher John Foreman, Lee Jay Thompson, Graham Mcpherson, Cathal Joseph Smyth, Michael Barson, Mark William Bedford, Daniel Mark Woodgate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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