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The Prince
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 if I 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

Buster, bowl me over with your bogus dance, shuffle me off my feet
Even if I'll keep on runnin', I'll never get to Orange Street

Bring back the
Who is the
We want the

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CATHAL JOSEPH SMYTH, CHRISTOPHER JOHN FOREMAN, DANIEL MARK WOODGATE, GRAHAM MCPHERSON, LEE THOMPSON, LEE JAY THOMPSON, MARK WILLIAM BEDFORD, MICHAEL BARSON

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Niall McDonagh

Could still kill that camera man for not catching enough of Chas Smash in his absolute element...

Ashley Nunes

I keep seeing Suggs coming up my drive is that the first sign of madness?

Ashley Nunes

@Jeremy The Conqueror even if I kept on running I could never get to Orange Steet

Jeremy The Conqueror

Do you live off Orange Street..?

Whatshisface McWhatnot

Well done.

Keith Hunter

That was funny love it

Gary May

Ashley Nunes very witty I nearly bust a blood vessel laughing.

trevor brown

aaaaaargh, this was  41 years ago. I feel so old now.

Linda Winchcole

@Trevor ,l feel your pain 🇬🇧😬

Novotny

aw man, put it in perspective - 41 years before this was released we had - , actually that's a bit too much perspective

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