Ohhh oooo!!! The dance hall has to ram, the dance hall has to ram It has to ram in a style and fashion The nation has to jam, the nation has to jam We gonna jam in a style and pattern Because is I, Papa Winnie, on the microphone stand The people doesn´t know where I really come from Me tall, me no short, me slim, me not fat And everytime I rap, me say the crowd hear me say You are my sunshine my only sunshine You make me happy, when skies are gray You never know, Dear, how much I love you So please don´t take my sunshine away You are the woman, and I am the man And everything we do, jah knows we do it real strong We are just modeling up the dance hall, in a style and fashion Me and my girl, her name is Liana The talk of the town, is that we have two babies, twins One of them fat and one of them slim We call them Rootsie, Rootsie, Rootsie and Boopsie, Rootsie, Rootsie, Rootsie and Boops You are my sunshine... Sufferation in the land, sufferation in the land Killing all my natian Lord I can´t understand Famine in the land, tribulation getting strong They always have a plan to fool we Africans Creating war in the East War in the West War inthe North And war inthe South If love were a thing that money can buy The rich man would live, and the poor man would die You are my sunshine...
