Текст песни «Madness - 1.The Prince»

Buster, he saw the heat
With a rock-steady beat

*** An earthquake is erupting
*** But not in our old 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
Shovin' me off my feet
Even though I'll keep on runnin'
*** I'll never get to our old street

So I'll say there's nothin' left to say
For the man who's left 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
Shovin' me off my feet
Even though I'll keep on runnin'
*** I'll never get to our old street

Bring back the
Who is the
We want the
Bring back the Prince...aahh!