Текст (слова) песни: Vengaboys - Uncle John from Jamaica
8 o`clock get up get outta bed I feel like a truck ran over my head Another day of stress and sorrow Skip breakfast, `cause I gotta go Ain`t got no time to take it slow And I will do my hair tomorrow
I can`t take it no more Oh no no no Is this what I`m living for?
But my Uncle John from Jamaica Keeps on calling every day J about me and you And we`ll never be the same again
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