The Rasta Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music Play for me, what!? Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music Only you can satisfy my soul Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music But I feel like letting go I feel, I feel my brother just like that Playin' on, playin' on, playin' on Sometimes I feel like playing for the children Sometimes feel like playing for the blind men too But most of all, sometimes I feel like playing for the prisoners General treason too Even for those who are bound in a sentience Remembered by my world Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music All the sounding system go and play for them Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music That will be germinated and go play for them Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music Only you can satisfy my soul Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music Even Jack and the Jew will arrive in the spirit world Me me me, me me me, me me me, me me me Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music Hey, play me your part, let the children hear Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music All the only way something in the world Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music All the number that you can find in my life Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music When the prisoners are bound, my heart is bound Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Music