Текст песни Rubberneck - Grand Funk Railroad
(Flight
attendant
...)
Good
afternoon
ladies
and
gentlemen.
please
fasten
your
seatbelts.
we
are
nearing
Jamaica
--
one
of
the
"beguiling
isles,"
born
of
earth′s
torments.
whu-nu-nu-nu's
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
wile
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
the
rastaman
Vibration!
Da,
da-doo.
Da,
doo.
Da,
da-doo.
Doo.
Da,
da-doo.
Da,
doo.
Da,
da-doo.
Doo.
(Chorus)
Rubberneck,
Do
you
want
buy
ganja.
Rubberneck,
Do
you
want
to
follow
me
home.
Rubberneck,
We're
gonna′
get
your
money.
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'
warm
caribbean
nights.
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,
yeah.
So,
I
go
pack
my
bag
make
a
plane,
'Cause
the
man′s
talkin′
warm
caribbean
nights.
Here
I
go
to
jamaica
...
to
jamaica
...
and
all
the
natives
go
...
Da,
da-doo.
Da,
doo.
Da,
da-doo.
Doo.
Da,
da-doo.
Da,
doo.
Da,
da-doo.
Doo.
(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)
(Chorus)
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