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Song:Echo Chamber
Album:The Fatboy Slim, Norman Cook CollectionGenres: 
Year:2000 Length:355 sec

Lyrics:

Welcome to Doctor Satan echo chamber
Now here it is
Yeah, man, cah yuh know seh Don Gorgon a pass through it, a repass through it like a curfew
Ayy, ayy

We a di best-best, be-be-be-be-best
Eh, wick-wick, wi-wi-wickedest
We a di best-best, be-be-be-be-best
Eh, wick-wick, wi-wi-wickedest

Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat

pon mi hip, mi come pon mi feet
Diamond and a one of one, they look neat
Gwaan, Daddy Freddy, rasta know yuh too sweet
Raggamuffin DJ and mi a turn on di heat

Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat, boy
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat

Raggamuffin Daddy Freddy, rasta know mi too sweet
Run, mi come and dance and mi a turn on di heat
Ease up, just cool, mek di general speak
Bwoy, yuh fi know mi guy pon di

Mister Tubby died today
Struck down by a careless cliché
Mister Hitman had to say it was an error
He was aiming for the airplay
Is there hope, ahead of our time?
Brother, can you spare me a bassline?
And you've got pubescent fainting
When Van Gogh died before he sold a painting

Now time keeps on slipping
And we're to blame
The pioneers are starving in J.A

So we spied like a fly on the wall
Deep within the halls of the
And they know that it is poor
But what the hell, it's going to get 'A' listed
Now we've hit on 24 tracks
Before the ink was dry upon the contracts
There's a dream of Marx & Lenin
Drowning in a sea of snow-washed denim

Now time keeps on slipping
And we're to blame
The pioneers are starving in J.A

Ah, turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di—, yeah
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di—
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di—, yeah
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat

Freddy, rasta know yuh too sweet
Fred deh pon mi head, mi deh pon mi feet
man a mi too neat
inna dis

Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on the—, yeah
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on the—
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat, boy
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat

Mi a rude bwoy at home and a rude bwoy at street
Just come from prison, last week
It's raggamuffin, Jah know wi unique
Raggamuffin DJ know mi haffi speak

Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di—, yeah
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di—
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat

pon mi hip, pon mi feet
Diamond , Jah Jah know it look neat
raggamuffin, rasta know wi too sweet

Now time keeps on slipping (Slipping, slipping, slipping)
(Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping)
The pioneers are starving (Starving, starving, starving)
(Starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving)

Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh
Eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh (Why)
Open up the echo chamber

Eh, eh
All rude bwoy, this ain't good, and fly girls stay good
And yuh know seh wi pass through it like a volcano, bad




 

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