Chillin' in the basement,
jammin to Bob Marley
I'm hangin' out with Farley on summer night
The jumper hit the pavement
he's looking for the gold medal
and all he got was flower pedals and a lousy bronze
And I know someday
that I will be running for my life
And when that day comes,
I hope that I learn to fly
I know that we can do this,
I know that can groove,
oh, this reggae music
from this lousy home
I know that we can do this
I know that we can groove this
oh, this reggae music
You better get some while you can!
