Coxsone Affair by I-Roy Lyrics
I'm calling to Joseph, some authentic kinda musical disc, as I would play
Musical disc called the Coxsone Affair, as I would say
But it cater to you, you cats, from east, west, north and south London Town
So if you're black or white, you really kinda gotta around and be no clown
Hear what the brother Coxsone gotta put down, you know
Sound called Coxsone, his sound's first, as I would tell it to you
Sound that control the universe, as I can quench your musical thirst
Some kinda cloud verse, you know
Controlled by the cat called [?], kinda soulful kinda cat
My brother called Festus, we no make no fuss, just stick with us, you know
And the brother called Gunsmoke, really make no joke, hе ain't no bloke, as I would say
Brother called Clarеnce is without pretense, he got a lot of patience, as I would play
Skip and flip, as I would tell you
Club I really catering for, called the Roaring Twenties, in the west of London Town
So you gotta jump around, and be no lazy bloke, as I would tell you baby, move around and be no clown and keep your feet off the ground
While sounds come and sounds go
Coxsone keep you on the go
Sound designed for the young at heart
Folks, you gotta meet and greet, and clap your hands and stomp your feet
Kinda leaving the gate open, moving to the musical beat called the Coxsone Affair, as I would say
Keep doing for the cats, and forward here, as I would play
The sound called Coxsone on the scene, now playing from this record machine
And how do you feel, a kind of feeling that is real, you know
Got to really break the scene and stick around at Twenties, and even have some kinda nice meal
Drinks on the house
Girls without spouse
Totally together, as I would say
Coxsone Affair, we're coming on the field
Cats in London Town, you got to be brown, as I would tell you
Place called the Roaring Twenties
We can drink some beer and count the empties, you know
Can have a smoke
Even if you're taking it soft, you can have a Coke
Brother called Coxsone himself a pave the way for the young and old, so you got to let the good times roll
Reach out and touch your soul, and brother, never you be cold
Kind of bold
Kinda let the good times roll
Musical disc called the Coxsone Affair, as I would say
But it cater to you, you cats, from east, west, north and south London Town
So if you're black or white, you really kinda gotta around and be no clown
Hear what the brother Coxsone gotta put down, you know
Sound called Coxsone, his sound's first, as I would tell it to you
Sound that control the universe, as I can quench your musical thirst
Some kinda cloud verse, you know
Controlled by the cat called [?], kinda soulful kinda cat
My brother called Festus, we no make no fuss, just stick with us, you know
And the brother called Gunsmoke, really make no joke, hе ain't no bloke, as I would say
Brother called Clarеnce is without pretense, he got a lot of patience, as I would play
Skip and flip, as I would tell you
Club I really catering for, called the Roaring Twenties, in the west of London Town
So you gotta jump around, and be no lazy bloke, as I would tell you baby, move around and be no clown and keep your feet off the ground
While sounds come and sounds go
Coxsone keep you on the go
Sound designed for the young at heart
Folks, you gotta meet and greet, and clap your hands and stomp your feet
Kinda leaving the gate open, moving to the musical beat called the Coxsone Affair, as I would say
Keep doing for the cats, and forward here, as I would play
The sound called Coxsone on the scene, now playing from this record machine
And how do you feel, a kind of feeling that is real, you know
Got to really break the scene and stick around at Twenties, and even have some kinda nice meal
Drinks on the house
Girls without spouse
Totally together, as I would say
Coxsone Affair, we're coming on the field
Cats in London Town, you got to be brown, as I would tell you
Place called the Roaring Twenties
We can drink some beer and count the empties, you know
Can have a smoke
Even if you're taking it soft, you can have a Coke
Brother called Coxsone himself a pave the way for the young and old, so you got to let the good times roll
Reach out and touch your soul, and brother, never you be cold
Kind of bold
Kinda let the good times roll