Letra de 'Rubberneck' de Grand Funk Railroad

Good Afternoon Ladies And Gentlemen. Please Fasten Your
Seatbelts. We Are Nearing Jamaica. One Of The Begileing Iles
Born Of Earths Torment. Who Nu Nu Nu Airlines Is Pleased To
Announce Our New Rubberneck Helper Evening Tour At The Wide
River. Your Pulse Will Thrive In The Pervasive Beat As You
While Away The Night To Calypso Music Played With Torches.
Yes You In The Third World Snap On A Palm Leaf And Receive
A Complimentary Electrifying Warhol Cut And Free Glass Of
Tia Maria. Don't Be Alarmed If You Feel A Little Turbulence
During Touchdown. It's Merely Rastaman Vibration !
CHORUS
Rubberneck
Do You Want Buy Ganja
Rubberneck
Do You Want To Follow Me Home
Rubberneck
We.re Gonna Cut You Never Go Home
Had Enough Of Workin'
I Need A Rest I Need A Piece Of Paradise
Been Inside For So Long
Ain't Seen The Sun And My Skin's Turnin' Grey To White
Heard A Man On The Street Talkin'
He And His Old Lady Havin' A Warm Carribean Night
So I Go To Jamaica And All They Tell Me Is
CHORUS
Oh Sweet Jamaica
Sleepy Little Island In The Middle Of The Deep Blue Sea
They Got Herb The Best In The World
A Place Every Red Blooded Hippie Should Be Yeh
So I Go Pack My Bag Make A Plane
Cause The Man's Talkin Warm Carribean Nights
Here I Go To Jamaica To Jamaica And All The Natives Go
CHORUS
Had Enough Jamaica
I Need A Rest I Need A Piece Of Paradise
No More Rasta Red
Will A Knife Bout To Cut My Throat Yeah And All That Jive No
So I Go Pack My Bag
Make A Plane For The States Before It's Too Late Ah Bye Bye
To Jamaica
CHORUS