Bambou medley

I can hear the sound... "Marimba"!...
I can hear it play
I can hear the sound of drums
telling me to stay:

Down here in the Caribbean
Sunshine every day.
All the pretty women dancing,
Dance the night away

He beats the bamboo like a number one.
In his island, we’re crazy like we’re musicians.
On Radio Jamaica, he’s got friends,
he makes his music and it suits him well.
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
"Tahiti, Tuamotu, Equator Meridian".
He’s got girls everywhere who want to be with him.
He doesn’t care about fame, it comes and goes.
He lives his life by the water,
coconuts and seashells.
A dollar to take a picture:
his best tattoo.
He lives his life like it’s Friday;
Robinson is gone.
He’s always comfortable in his skin
when he takes this tempo.
I can hear the sound... "Marimba"!...
I can hear it play
I can hear the sound of drums
telling me to stay:

Down here in the Caribbean
Sunshine every day.
All the pretty women dancing,
Dance the night away
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
In his island, we’re crazy like we’re musicians.
On Radio Jamaica, he’s got friends,
he makes his music and it suits him well.
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
"Tahiti, Tuamotu, Equator Meridian".
He’s got girls everywhere who want to be with him.
He doesn’t care about fame, it comes and goes.
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
In his island, we’re crazy like we’re musicians.
On Radio Jamaica, he’s got friends,
he makes his music and it suits him well.
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
"Tahiti, Tuamotu, Equator Meridian".
He’s got girls everywhere who want to be with him.
He doesn’t care about fame, it comes and goes.