Lyrics:

[W. CJarke, M. Cooper, S. Coore, R. Daley, W. Stewart]**lf****lf**We could be jammin'' reggae**lf**We could be jammin'' reggae**lf****lf**(Scat)**lf**She was raised on burgers and fries**lf**Hot dogs, popcorn and chewing gum**lf**She wanted something different in her life**lf**(Always got the snow, craving for the sun)**lf**In the city all her working days**lf**Fantasizing a sweet island holiday**lf**You deserve an ivory trip someone said**lf**When she turned around**lf**She was looking in the eyes of a Dread**lf**Send a telex home to your Mama**lf**Tell her what the Rasta man said**lf****lf**You ain''t living to work**lf**But, you''re working to live, oooh**lf**So you gotta, gotta, gotta gotta**lf**Grab a little reggae love and dance**lf**We could be jammin''reggae**lf**We could be dancin'' all night long**lf**We should be jammin''reggae**lf**We should be dancin'' ''til the morning sun**lf****lf**Hundred smackers in her Levi''s**lf**The girl took off into the friendly skies**lf**She couldn''t believe her own very eyes**lf**She was in for a big surprise**lf**Jammin'' on the beach in the middle of the night**lf**Was her Mama as plain as daylight**lf**Dancin'' with the same Dread who turned around to her and said**lf**Send a telex home to your Papa**lf**Tell him that you''re never gonna come on home**lf**Cause in your whole life you''ve never been happier**lf**So he''d better, better Daddy, please, you''d better**lf**Come on down, Oh**lf****lf**We could be jammin'' reggae**lf**We could be dancin'' all night long**lf**We should be jammin'' reggae**lf**We should be dancin'' ''til the morning sun