Why?
Why?
Why?
To me,
when the music everyone well,
them say to me, me I go round and slow,
well,
to me,
me I go nice and slow.
All the doctors keep skanky,
and the men keep rocky,
everyone
feeling good, enjoying themselves.
Well,
just the bosses in Westmoreland,
and the one them in Kingston,
sitting in on the
dancehall, skankin' it tonight.
Well,
them say to me,
me,
me,
me,
me,
rocking the love,
well,
them say to me,
me,
me,
me,
me,
reggae music everyone.
Yeah, to me, me, me, me,
enjoying themselves.
Well,
all the horses in America
and the one in England,
even those down in South Africa
enjoying themselves.
Well,
they say tune in,
we got music up in ground.
Well,
tune in,
we are the knights of the slaughter.
Well,
tune in,
we are the knights
of the slaughter.
Well,
Scooby-Doo, Bop-Boop, all the sleeping on some.
Yes,
we,
we,
we,
Cock-a-dee-moo,
the dogs of love.
Well, tune in,
there's a tune in the law.
Well,
tune in, up your loving in the law.
No one ain't fighting,
no one ain't fussing.
Feeling good,
everyone enjoying themselves.