Lyrics:
the dirt it tough
A pot a cook but the food no 'nough
A hungry man is an angry man
A rain a fall but the dirt it tough
A pot a cook but the food no
hungry
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A rain a-fall but the dirt it tough,
A pot a-cook but the food na 'nough
We're going to dance to Jah music, dance
A hungry mob is an angry mob
A rain a-fall but the dirt, it tough
A pot a-cook but the food no 'nough
We're gonna dance to Jah music, dance
We're gonna
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A rain a-fall but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-cook but the food no 'nough
You're gonna dance to JAH music, dance
We're gonna
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)
Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)
Bounce on that
behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now
behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now
Well let me tell you well no chick made
Could be the same
As Sweet Georgia Brown.
Crazy feet that dance so neat
Has sweet Georgia Brown.
Fella's
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
Everybody dance
Everybody dance
Everybody dance
Everybody dance
Everybody dance
In acapulco co
Dance in
fans, love my dance and my what
내 속 안엔 (내 속 안엔)
몇십, 몇백 명의 내가 있어
오늘 또 다른 날 맞이해 (맞이해)
어차피 전부 다 나이기에 (나이기에)
고민보다는 걍 달리네 (달리네)
Runnin' man, runnin'
behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
Wooh!
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only you would listen
To what he has to say
There are songs of wisdom
There are songs
Well let me tell you well no chick made
Could be the same
As Sweet Georgia Brown.
Crazy feet that dance so neat
Has sweet Georgia Brown.
Fella's
man
Dance, dance
Feel it all around you
Dance, dance, dance
Mississippi mud
Never touched her fingers
See the girl dance
See the girl dance
always for a dance
So pop! Goes the weasel
The pudding for a dodge man's gift
The workman for a chisel
The tune that everybody sings is
Pop! Goes
never touched her fingers
California sand
lies in her hand
Love her more than life
as the daylight lingers
Early in the morning
I'll be her man.
Dance
It's the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls, loneliness calls
Oh, I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with
On Thursday night she looked a fright
Her pricky hair all curled, oh what a sight
Dance, dance, little sister, dance
On Friday night, she all
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