Lyrics:

[W. CJarke, M. Cooper, S. Coore, R. Daley, W. Stewart]We could be jammin'' reggaeWe could be jammin'' reggae(Scat)She was raised on burgers and friesHot dogs, popcorn and chewing gumShe wanted something different in her life(Always got the snow, craving for the sun)In the city all her working daysFantasizing a sweet island holidayYou deserve an ivory trip someone saidWhen she turned aroundShe was looking in the eyes of a DreadSend a telex home to your MamaTell her what the Rasta man saidYou ain''t living to workBut, you''re working to live, ooohSo you gotta, gotta, gotta gottaGrab a little reggae love and danceWe could be jammin''reggaeWe could be dancin'' all night longWe should be jammin''reggaeWe should be dancin'' ''til the morning sunHundred smackers in her Levi''sThe girl took off into the friendly skiesShe couldn''t believe her own very eyesShe was in for a big surpriseJammin'' on the beach in the middle of the nightWas her Mama as plain as daylightDancin'' with the same Dread who turned around to her and saidSend a telex home to your PapaTell him that you''re never gonna come on homeCause in your whole life you''ve never been happierSo he''d better, better Daddy, please, you''d betterCome on down, OhWe could be jammin'' reggaeWe could be dancin'' all night longWe should be jammin'' reggaeWe should be dancin'' ''til the morning sun