I don't need a passport to walk on this earth
Anywhere I go 'cause I was made of this earth
I'm born of this earth, I breathe of this earth
And even with the pain, I believe in this earth
So I wake up every mornin' and I'm steppin' on the floor
I wake up every mornin' and I'm steppin' out the door
I got faith in the sky, faith in the one
Faith in the people rockin' underneath the sun
'Cause every bit of land is a holy land and
Every drop of water is a holy water and
Every single child is a son or a daughter
Of the one Earth mama and the one Earth papa, so...
Don't tell a man that he can't come here
'Cause he got brown eyes and a wavy kind of hair
And don't tell a woman that she can't go there
Because she prays a little different to a God up there
You say you're a Christian 'cause God made you (say wha...?!?!)
You say you're a Muslim 'cause God made you (say wha...?!?!)
You say you're a Hindu and the next man a Jew,
Then we all kill each other 'cause God told us to? Naw!
[Refrain]
Hello, hello! (Hello, hello!)
Bonjour, bonjour! (Bonjour, bonjour!)
Hola, hola! (Hola, hola!)
Konnichiwa, konnichiwa-wa! [x2]
Follow me, follow me, follow me
Let me take you to the dancehall
You come-a rock this rhythm
Follow me, follow me, follow me,
Let me take you to the dancehall
Now to come-a skankin'
Follow me, follow me, follow me,
Let me take you to the dancehall
Now to come-a rock this rhythm
Follow me, follow me, follow me,
Let me take you to the dancehall
Now in a Spearhead style, yes!
So you dance to the rhythm, bounce to the rhythm
Shake to the rhythm and you roll the rhythm
Sweat to the rhythm, get wet to the rhythm
Make love to the rhythm, clean up to the rhythm
When you movin', you come alive
And when you groovin’, in rhythm we survive
So don't panic, don't panic
No drum machines, this is all organic
Just Sly and Robbie on the drums and the bass
Stickie on percussion and we mashin' up the place
Givin' you a beat you can rock and roll to
Givin' you a sound you can shake your soul to
So, hip-hoppers (hip-hoppers),
Punk rockers, (punk rockers),
Roots rockers, even Woodstockers
Don't need a passport, just send a postcard
Send me a message, let me know how you are
Whether you are walkin' or drivin' in your car
Throw your hands high, tell me who you are
Say...
[Refrain]
Bubble from Nigeria to Botswana
Bubble Botswana to Ethiopia
Bubble Ethiopia to Zimbabwena
Now bubble Zimbabwe to Mexicana
Bubble Mexico to Braziliana
Bubble Brazilia to Americana
Bubble from America to Japan
Bubble from Japan to China
Bubble from a-China to Pakistana
Bubble from a-Pakistan to Australia
Bubble from Australia to Palestina
Bubble from a-Palestine to Israel
Bubble bubble booyaka, Jamaica
Bubble to Italia (Italia)
España (España), Britannia (Brittania)
Bubble bubble dance to the sound
[Refrain]
Follow me, follow me, follow me,
Let me take you to the dancehall
Now to come a-rock this rhythm
Follow me, follow me, follow me,
Let me take you to the dancehall
Konnichiwa, konnichiwa-wa!
Drums and bass