Other people come and go They try to make it through I have to smile and tell them no 'Cause I only care for you, I only care for you Yes, you are my
Every day I read ads in the paper Saying come to the islands Bikinied ladies sweet rum drinks, yeah They'll keep you smiling But I've got calypso music
From Port Royal to Le Roy I am yours Jamaica Lady. My heart is sinking like a stone You have lived in my soul Fair thee well, Jamaica Lady It is the saddest
(Casey Beathard/Michael Heeney) Sign said cold beer, I pulled in there Pulled up a chair, to have just one Now my head hurts, got this sun burn Oh what
Roses are red, violets are blue Believe me, I love you Let?s not be apart 'cause you're the rose of my heart And sweet rose, you are my queen You're
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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