Lyrics of
The Prince

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 kept on runnin'
I'd never get to Orange street
So I set it up myself 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 though I'll keep on runnin'
I'll never get to Orange street
Bring back the
Who is the
We want the
(Pause)
Bring back the Prince Aahh!