Madness - The prince Lyrics

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, grab yourself a seat
This 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 though I ll keep on runnin
I ll never get to Orange street
So I set it up myself to say
For the man who set the beat
So I ll 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 though I ll keep on runnin
I ll never get to Orange street
Bring back the
Who is the
We want the
Bring back the Prince...aahh!

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