I hear just one bar of this beautiful beat,

And the rhythm invades my soul and my feet.

My hips start swaying, and then my tush,

I want to grind and I want to push.

This music does a real good job

Of making my heart start to pulse and throb.

I swear that it’s alive,  infectious,

It hits you in the solar plexus.

It’s a breath of home, it’s from my roots,

It lifts me then shimmies me down to my boots.

Hear one note and my feet start to  move,

I’m in the zone, I’m in the groove.

Just like Mr Lloyd Webber’s cello,

It’s powerful yet it’s very mellow.

Ska or reggae, it’s my choice

Of music to which I can rejoice.