I was a highwayman Along the coach roads, I did ride My sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her babbles to my trade Many a soldier shed
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
go to jamaica) Fly in to montego bay (let's go to jamaica) Maybe find a hideaway (let's go to jamaica) We can limbo on the sand To a steel drum band
right thing or the get the right thing done to you whatever you do I just hope you got a gun with you the tommy is like a live band when the drum hits
dates o Asia o Canada o United States o Australia o Europe o UK * The Band o Band
ya, let me rock ya, like a rock, rock band Shorty, get ready for me, lay up on my king size bed Let me rock ya, let me rock ya, like a rock, rock band
Dance but we shall live again, we shall live again My sister above She has red paint She died at Wounded Knee like a later day saint You got the big drum
each a song That's how we know who we are Everyone has a song We have come, heat the drum The land trembles with dancing We have come, bang the drum
where we go off the map Out past the power lines Up that little side road without a sign Hidden from the mainstream The keepers of the ancient future Keepers of the drum
sweet fire of love Didn't we shine like silver Didn't we bear the cross Didn't we bring down the hammer Didn't we beat on the drum Here she comes a
get away from it all Bodies in the sand Tropical drink melting in your hand We'll be falling in love To the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo
I'm ticking away Like a bomb Yeah, baby Talk to me Tell me your sign You're switching sides like a Gemini You're playing games and now you're hittin' my heart Like a drum
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming Saying something about a queen There were peasants singing and drummers drumming And the archer split
horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns... uh... (The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf.... The kettle drum and bass drum
so fine You play your bongos all the time Hey Ricky, hey Ricky Oh Lucy, you're so fine How I love to hear you whine Hey Lucy Hey Ricky You always play your conga drums
hit the ground runnin' for the county line 'Cause the band was crankin' up about that time We never missed a beat of that rock 'n roll drum It was paradise
simply got to If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum
Diggin' arty French flicks with my shades on I'm too much I'm a gas I am anything but middle class When I hang around the band Poppin' my thumbs, diggin' the drums