Lyrics
Brother man say could you be
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Ay, well, Carol Simone inna mi love zone
And when me take control, the gyal stop roam
Well, Carol, that's Michelle from up a Stillwell
And when me take control, the gyal head swell
Well, Carol, that's Simone inna mi love zone
And when me take control, the gyal stop roam
Well, Carol, that's Michelle from up a Stillwell
And when me take control
Well, I man say baby, you got me going up and down
Twisting and turning like a merry-go-round
You've been asking for me, the whereabouts unknown
Like an old soldier, me a patrol the town
Keeping up queen, and me no wear one crown
And if you no see me, then me gone underground
Too much panty moan a mop up mi compound
Gyal, a you me love, but it is not you alone
Jamming, jamming, make inna your back bone
Jamming, jamming, make inna mi back bone
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Do you receive the message I'm sending?
Do you hear about the Guinness I'm blending?
Do you hear about all the time we're spending
To make sure there's no wrong corner bending?
Well, things are looking splendid
All of mi Guinness and mi peanuts blended
And you have received the messages I've sended
Yes, Rastafari name defended
Well, it's no co-inky dinky
How so much young gyal come to link me?
To the ragamuffin, fi a pound of stinky
Even one good spliff, a body sweet like Twinkie
Well, buildings need expanding
To meet the supply with the fans demanding
A Junior Gong microphone commanding
And there'll be no clearance for landing
Well, true, Miss Teeny Tiny
Will you please undo the bikini kindly?
Well, she must've come from a wine refinery
And get this, with the puppy call Mynrie
Oh, it's Junior, easy skanking
Woman a make me feel like a real top ranking
When me and a new Bally boot we're spanking
Well, you better watch how you ride your banking, well
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Ay, well, Carol Simone inna mi love zone
And when me take control, the gyal stop roam
Well, Carol, that's Michelle from up a Stillwell
And when me take control, the gyal head swell
Well, Carol, that's Simone inna mi love zone
And when me take control, the gyal stop roam
Well, Carol, that's Michelle from up a Stillwell
And when me take control
Well, I man say baby, you got me going up and down
Twisting and turning like a merry-go-round
You've been asking for me, the whereabouts unknown
Like an old soldier, me a patrol the town
Keeping up queen, and me no wear one crown
And if you no see me, then me gone underground
Too much panty moan a mop up mi compound
Gyal, a you me love, but it is not you alone
Jamming, jamming, make inna your back bone
Jamming, jamming, make inna mi back bone
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Could you be loved
Do you receive the message I'm sending?
Do you hear about the Guinness I'm blending?
Do you hear about all the time we're spending
To make sure there's no wrong corner bending?
Well, things are looking splendid
All of mi Guinness and mi peanuts blended
And you have received the messages I've sended
Yes, Rastafari name defended
Well, it's no co-inky dinky
How so much young gyal come to link me?
To the ragamuffin, fi a pound of stinky
Even one good spliff, a body sweet like Twinkie
Well, buildings need expanding
To meet the supply with the fans demanding
A Junior Gong microphone commanding
And there'll be no clearance for landing
Well, true, Miss Teeny Tiny
Will you please undo the bikini kindly?
Well, she must've come from a wine refinery
And get this, with the puppy call Mynrie
Oh, it's Junior, easy skanking
Woman a make me feel like a real top ranking
When me and a new Bally boot we're spanking
Well, you better watch how you ride your banking, well
Could you be loved
Could you be loved