Walk wid di Prince of Peace Selassie a di leader Praises be to di Kings of Kings Alpha and Omega Whoa oh oh oh, Selassie a di leader Whoa oh oh oh, Alpha and Omega Sent by di king, watch dem under ring When mi fly down far

Give a little bit Give a little bit of your love to me I'll give a little bit of my life for you Oh, yeah, come along too Here we go again Hey hey, whoa no, da na, hey hey, yeah I'll give a little bit of my love to you

You were my one, you were my one Time goes by and still I'm stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (whoa oh) Time goes by and still I'm stuck on you When all has been said, all has been done Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh Well, time goes by and still I'm

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And

Give me a number one, give me a number two, whoa! Wo-ho, wo-ho, wo-ho-ohoo Give me a number one, give me a number two, whoa Wo-ho, wo-ho, wo-ho-ohoo

So whatever to keep me on (keep me on), keep me on your mind I do what I gotta do To be that one for you, oh, whoa I said I do what I gotta do Whatever to keep me on (keep me on), keep me on your mind I'll be that one for you, oh, whoa, yeah (oh, na, na,

Like baby, baby, baby no Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (now I'm all gone) Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

And we got everybody singing Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh I've hoped for change There's something wrong 'Cause everybody knows Were doing fine And I'll confess That I can be a little selfish Yeah I'll admit

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and