Some call it Spanish Town, ah' Prison Oval Rock Some call it Spanish Town, ah' Prison Oval Rock Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah What ah' cool an' deadly What a cool an' deadly When them hear the music playing Cock out batty like ah' water pumpy Move lively that ah'

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, we on the way up (way up) Uh, oh, they don't want it man Uh, oh, they don't want it, I promise I went from boy to a man, wow (man) Opposition had to stand down And I had to make a perfect plan, now I'm on the wave (Wave, wave, wave)

He'd had would have tried! (Oh!) He'd would have faced you! All night long! Then at last you've gone Then lets ride Yeah all right, lets ride Yeah gonna ride Lets right, all night

Please don't strip my mind Leave something behind Oh, yeah yeah Wow, wow, wow, wow, yeah Arthur J. did, indicate that The boulevard will never be So full of life and love again hey

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Yeah, it's always better when we're together Well, it's always better when we're together There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of

A better lover What do I gotta do, yeah (what do I gotta do?) And lovin' you right, only gets harder, ooh Just give me some time so I can be a better lover It seems like breakin' your heart is the easiest part What do I gotta do, gotta do? You saw me

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's why I am goin' back home, get

When you have these blues And there's someone you're about to lose There'll be a time, yeah, you can't sleep at night She won't believe in you, oh, if you don't treat her right I say, everyday, when the sun is almost down You remember when your baby left

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I