Letras:
Bob

: I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x2] He was the owner of the house in which together we all lived He slept between me and my wife in bed Oh

: [Instrumental] Bob Saget "At the present moment I?m not recording, I?m not on a tour, and I?ve never had a song who?s number 1 on Beatport. I?ve never

: All twinklin' lee Can't see the right rose when the streams abate The old slave men might grind slow But it grinds fine, yeah African herbsman, why

: See them fighting for power But they know not the hour So they bribing with Their guns, spare-parts and money Trying to belittle our integrity They

: We refuse to be What you wanted us to be We are what we are That's the way it's going to be, if you don't know You can't educate I For no equal opportunity

: Back out: this is the rout! Back out, and shut your mouth! Back out: you ain't got no behaviour! Back out: don't know who could be your saviour! Yahso

: Whoa-A Natty Congo A Dreadlock Congo Whoa-A Natty Congo A Blackman Redemption Woe-yo yee, ye, a Blackman Redemption woe, yoe No need, no need to get

: Ooh-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now

: Here I am, walking down the street (walk walk walk walk walk walk walk) and the terrain, everything is so sweet (woah woah woah sweet) (woah woah