The Prince Songtext
von Madness

Buster, he sold the heat
With a rock-steady beat


An earthquake is erupting
But not in Orange Street
A ghost-dance is preparing
You got to help us with your feet
If you′re not in the mood to dance
Step back, grab yourself a seat
This may not be uptown Jamaica
But we promise you a treat

A-buster, bowl me over with your bogus dance, shuffle me off my feet
Even if I kept on runnin', I′ll never get to Orange Street

So I'll say there's nothin′ left to say for the man who set the beat
So I′ll leave it up to you out there to get him back on his feet

A-buster, bowl me over with your bogus dance, shuffle me off my feet
Even if I kept on runnin', I′ll never get to Orange Street

Bring back the-
Who is the-
We want the-