(Flight attendant ...)
Good afternoon ladies and
gentlemen. Please fasten your
seatbelts. We are nearing
Jamaica -- one of the
"Beguiling Isles,"
born of Earth's torments.
Whu-Nu-Nu-Nu's
Airlines is pleased to
announce our new Rubberneck
Helper evening tour at the
Wide River. Your pulse will
thrive in the pervasive beat
as you wile away the night to
calypso music played with
torches. Yes, you in the third
world, snap on a palm leaf and
receive a complimentary
electrifying Warhol cut and
free glass of Tia Maria.
Don't be
alarmed if you feel a little
turbulence during touchdown.
It's merely the rastaman
vibration!

Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.

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Rubberneck,
Do you want buy ganja.
Rubberneck,
Do you want to follow me home.
Rubberneck,
We're gonna' get your money.
Rubberneck,
We're gonna' cut you never go home.

Had enough of workin',
I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise.
Been inside for so long,
Ain't seen the sun and my skin's
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Heard a man on the street talkin',
He and his old lady havin'
warm Caribbean nights.
So, I go to Jamaica and all
they tell me is ...

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Oh, sweet Jamaica,
Sleepy little island in the
middle of the deep blue sea.
They got herb the best in the world,
A place every red-blooded
hippie should be, yeah.
So, I go pack my bag make a plane,
'Cause the Man's talkin'
warm Caribbean nights.
Here I go to Jamaica ... to
Jamaica ... and all the
natives go ...

Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.

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Had enough Jamaica,
I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise.
No more rasta red,
Will a knife 'bout to cut my
throat, yeah, and all that
jive, no.
So, I go pack my bag,
Make a plane for the States
before it's too late. Ah,
bye-bye.
To Jamaica ...

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