Get up

Get up get up get up

I want to see you dance

I know I know I know

I won’t get a second chance

So hear me when I tell you,

I got nothing but love for you,

And when the gray skies clear,

I’ll be right here waiting for you

Eye B irie the smoke it makes my eyes red,

It’s got no seeds or sticks, but it’s very sticky.

Helps me rest, my weary bones ,

All day all night we smoke to get high (High!)

Girl, I want you to dance with me,

All through the night, just you and me

I don’t think she needs convincing

Just a bowl of that sticky icky weed

I smile and wonder whos spell am I under?

Only God can judge me, tired and weary

From workjng in the hot sun getting dirty

Not as oppressed as it was in 1930

Ooh waa yaa hey i smile for the sunshine

Ooh waa ya ya aye I listen to the whispers carrying through the wind

Ooh waa ya ya heyy ooh waa ya ya aye

living in God‘s land another beautiful day{DAY!}

Get up get up get up

I want to see you dance

I know I know I know

I won’t get a second chance

So hear me when I tell you,

I got nothing but love for you,

And when the gray skies clear,

I’ll be right here waiting for you

Eye B irie the smoke it makes my eyes red,

It’s got no seeds or sticks, but it’s very sticky.

Helps me rest, my weary bones ,

All day all night we smoke to get high (High!)

Girl, I want you to dance with me,

All through the night, just you and me

I don’t think she needs convincing

Just a bowl of that sticky icky weed

I smile and wonder whos spell am I under?

Only God can judge me, tired and weary

From workjng in the hot sun getting dirty

Not as oppressed as it was in 1930

Ooh waa yaa hey i smile for the sunshine

Ooh waa ya ya aye I listen to the whispers carrying through the wind

Ooh waa ya ya heyy ooh waa ya ya aye

living in God‘s land another beautiful day{DAY!}

Get up get up get up

I want to see you dance

I know I know I know

I won’t get a second chance

So hear me when I tell you,

I got nothing but love for you,

And when the gray skies clear,

I’ll be right here waiting for you

I smile and wonder whos spell am I under?

Only God can judge me, tired and weary

From workjng in the hot sun getting dirty

Not as oppressed as it was in 1930