Reggae Jam / Rock The Casbah

She drove his Cadillac, she went a cruisin' down the vale

As I was a-standin' on the radiator rail

Cherie don't like it, rockin' the gas bar, rockin' the gas bar

But you read them like it's

Rockin' the class bar, rockin' the class bar

The order of the prophets

Bad that boogie sound

They generate the maple

With that crazy gospel sound

But they booted and they bought out

Electric camel drum

A local guitar picker got his guitar picked and found

A senior says, "Siree, I can't wait to hear the square"

They all begin to wave

Siree for my kids

Rockin' the casbah, rockin' the casbah

Siree for my kids

Rockin' the casbah, rockin' the casbah

Over at the temple

Oh, they really crack 'em eggs

Hey, the crowd says it's cool

Who digs this chanting feel

The lights of the wind change direction

The temple band's on fire

The crowd's caught a whiff

Of that crazy Gas Bob job

Sharif don't like it

Rockin' the Gas Bob, rockin' the Gas Bob

Sharif don't like it

Rockin' the Gas Bob, rockin' the Gas Bob

King called up his jet fighters

He said you'd better earn your pay

Drop your bombs between the minute and

Down the cash ball way

As soon as the serene was chauffeured out of there

The jet pilots turned to the cockpit radio where

As soon as the serene was out of their hair

Jet pilots wait

To read the night air

Rockin' the gas bar, rockin' the gas bar

Cherie don't like it

Rockin' the gas bar, rockin' the gas bar

Cherie don't like it

This is no coat shop

Rockin' the gas bar, rockin' the gas bar

Cherie don't like it

Rockin' the gas bar, rockin' the gas bar

Cherie don't like it

Rockin' the Casbah, Rockin' the Casbah, Shareefa, my dear,

Rockin' the Casbah, Rockin' the Casbah.