Prince

                                  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



Bring back the, who is the, we want the

Bring back the Prince...aahh!