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The Prince Lyrics—Madness Lyrics—

Buster, he sold the heat with a rock-steady 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 runnin’, I’ll never get to Orange street
So I’ll say there’s nothin’ left 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

Bring back the, who is the, we want the
Bring back the Prince…aahh!
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MADNESS,
THE PRINCE Lyrics—,
1979,

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