Words and music by Robbie Smith
Ah she works to a reggae rhythm
Yes, she works to a reggae rhythm,
Cooking, cleaning, sewing and sweeping,
To that reggae rhythm;
Oh she’s movin’ to a reggae rhythm
Yes, she’s movin’ to a reggae rhythm
Mama, sweet mama, you’ve been working too hard
You need to get out of the kitchen
And come dancing to that reggae rhythm
Let’s go dancing to that reggae rhythm,
Follow me down to the palm-lined shore,
Where there’s a party just beginning
And when she hears that down beat
It takes complete control –
It fills her up with a sound so sweet
She can feel it in her soul
Steel drum player from a steel drum band
Well it’s a cool, cool sound in the hot, hot sand,
She let’s out a yell as she takes my hand
And we start dancing…
And we’re dancing to that reggae rhythm
Yes we are dancing to that reggae rhythm
We don’t care about the world and its rules
‘Cause when we’re dancing, hey we’re living
And when she hears that down beat
As the conga drum moans and groans,
That double dare ya down beat
She can feel it in her bones…
Liimbo dancer – dancing low to the ground
He says: “I’m the best limbo dancer around”;
He nearly makes it but his nose knocks it down
So she starts laughing…
And she’s laughing to a reggae rhythm,
Yes she’s laughing to that reggae rhythm
She jiggles and she shakes, she wiggles and she quakes,
To that reggae rhythm
Now this song – it doesn’t have an ending,
Cause this song – it goes on forever,
You can hear the instruments blending
See the people – dancing all together…
So, let the rhythm lift ya – let the rhythm take ya
It’s for the people – the people of this island
The island of Jamaica…
And we’re dancing to that reggae rhythm
‘Cause it’s the rhythm of their island
O-o-oh reggae
No problem, mon – when I hear that reggae band
O-o-oh reggae
It’s the rhythm of their island
O-o-oh reggae
No problem, mon, no problem, mon