Текст песни Wear You To The Ball - UB40

I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight
Put on your best dress tonight

Did you hear what the man said, baby
Well be your best 'cause this gonna be a musical test
So come to school, and I take up the musical rule
Give me soul brothers and give me soul sisters
Come to I and maybe you can make it if you try

So be wise and be changing, put on your best
Because I got your musical key
Rub it baby, I said scrub it, yeah
'Cause I'm tougher than tough
And I ain't no bluff
Maybe it's because I've got the musical stuff

I'm gonna make you the talk of the town
No use wearing a frown
Though those other guys may put you down
I'm gonna let you wear my crown
Though those other guys may put you down
You'll wear my crown

Wow! Chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow
Chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow-wow-wow
Give me soul brothers and give me soul sisters
Don't beg for no mercy
Move it up, break it up
Tell you 'bout it, it's good
Wow! She's got it, she's got it
She's got it, she's got it

Though those other guys may put you down
I'm gonna let you wear my crown

And we gonna have a musical ball
So get on the ball and don't stall
I beg you baby
Wow! Tell you about it, it's good

I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight
Put on your best dress tonight

That's for sure
Play brand-new musical discs
From the flick of my wrist, baby
Wow! Tell you about it, she's got it
She's got it, she's got it, she's got it, wow
Chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow
Chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow-wow-wow

I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight
Put on your best dress tonight
I'm gonna make you the talk of the town
No use wearing a frown