The Prince Lyrics by Madness

The Prince Lyrics

    Buster, he sold the heat
    With a rocksteady 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 running
    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

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