Some call this Happy Valley rock

Play us some music, Lord

I hope I won't come on too strong

You can't refuse it, yeah

But you know you might be wrong

You couldn't call it reggae

You couldn't call it rock-n-roll

Come on, get ready

There's a big ball going to roll

You better get up brother

Up brother, up brother, up yeah

Don't you go too far

You better come down brother

Down brother, down brother, down yeah

Like a shooting star

Well, I had a dream, oh yeah

In 1973

Dreamt a spaceship, Lord

Came down to deliver me

It was big and white

And it had come-a-nah-nah long, long way

Oh yeah

A black star liner, yeah?

Well, you know, I could not say

It took me up brother

Up brother, up brother, up yeah

It took me far

Then it brought me down brother

Down brother, down brother, down yeah

Like a shooting star

Yeah, yeah, yeah

No, no, no, no

Still play my music

I hope I don't come on too strong

You can't refuse it, Lord

But you know you might be wrong

You couldn't call it reggae

You couldn't call this rock-n-roll

Hey, come on, get ready

'Cause there's a biggity ball going to roll

You better get up brother

Up brother, up brother, up Lord

Don't you go too far

You better come down brother

Down brother, down brother, down Lord

Like a shooting star

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Lord, no, no, no