Chorus: Chorus till fade
Mit meiner Ba-la-la-la-laika war ich der König auf Jamaica. Und manche Schöne dort entbrannte weil sie mein Instrument noch gar nicht kannte
Do the thing Watch yourself Get on the floor Move your feet It ain't nothin' that you can do with the man Except for shake your ass, clap your hands
Mi Love jamaica and mi nah sell out dem try clip we wings some a we caan fly out But when we deh a yaad nuting nice like jamaica roast breadfruit and
Down the way where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountain top I took a trip on a sailing ship And when I reached Jamaica I made a
Jamaica Sunday morning, April 1803 Children at the harbor waitin' to see There beyond the breakers heading into view Sunlight in your sails, it was you
..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are [Cam'Ron] Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around Jumpin
The ships, they sail on On my wallpaper wall I don't know why London rains fall Jamaica days call I don't know why Your eyes are blinding my urban ways
Call me baby, baby She say Call me baby, baby She say Call me baby, baby She say Call me baby, baby She say I just want you in my arms, Obie Hold you
JAMAICA ,JAMAICA RIGHT NOW IM TALKING TO, JAMAICA ,JAMAICA ALL THE LEADERS OF, JAMAICA ,JAMAICA THE GHETTO PEOPLE FROM JAMAICA, JAMAICA ALL THE GARRISONS
When will these dark clouds disappear from view? When will the sun begin to shine? When will I once again be near to you? When will I know for sure you
of blue seas, white sands, Paradies birds, butterflies, and Beautiful warm-hearted girls. Sun of Jamaika, the dreams of Malaika, Your love is my sweet memory. Sun of Jamaika
Come along every goodie Come and hear what I have to say Come and listen and I will tell you What is the talk of the town today and every corner that
Down the way where the nights are gay, And the sun shines brightly on the mountaintop, I took a trip on a sailing ship, And when I reached Jamaica
nuff people say they know they cant believe, jamaica we have a bobsled team (repeat once) we have the one derice, and the one jr., yule brenner, and the
-P. Barrett-G Smith- Sweet Jamaica man a I and I land that Me no stop love it And me know the whole massive love it And them respect it to man, hear
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson) Jamaica Sunday morning April 1803 Children at the harbor waitin' to see There beyond the breakers Heading into view Sunlight