The Prince lyrics

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

Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance

Shuffle me off my feet

Even though I'll keep 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

Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance

Shuffle me off my feet

Even though I'll keep on runnin'

I'll never get to Orange street

Bring back the

Who is the

We want the

Bring back the Prince...aahh!

• Artist:Madness