| Yes Ites, right about now, not later
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| Cuz we can’t wait to set sails
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| All hail the dream ship navigator
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| Like Jonah in the whale, we’re the soul investigators
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| Both sides of the equator
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| Back and forth like smooth tour de force operators
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| We don’t waver cuz we got to get it on like funky bodhisattvas
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| Now guess who is coming to supper?
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| Natty Dreadlocks, the Fly Bum deluxe, on the up and ups
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| Yes, yes, the nonstoppers with the steady flux
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| Travelling more miles than migratory ducks
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| You bet, it’s not the bucks that will make us run amok
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| We can never get stuck, whining life sucks and aww shucks
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| We don’t give a ----, a hard place and a rock
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| Our house is in our pockets and no doors locked
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| And if you knock, there’s an answer so don’t you just stand there
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| Come in and let us rock, one shot from the top
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| Until the last living drop, yes yes le man,
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| They all come but they can’t test the man
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| We blow ‘em down like Lester Young
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| Cuz Jah blessed the man with mad explosive spontaneity
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| Bubblin' up constantly, like a mile a minute
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| Movement is the way and we take it to the limit
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| Hyperactive, we hold the world captive by the spirit
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| The soul flow, we’re going all up in it
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| Steppin' out from the dust and the dirt
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| Love is the urge and we know what it’s worth
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| Meanwhile we keep on wearing seven shirts
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| With the smell of fresh sweat from the flesh of the Earth |