Don’t scratch my soca

From the long warm nights with an ocean breeze
to the damp and to the rain of London city
we come from the sun to live in the cold
I miss me rum, I want my coconut tree
Don’t scratch my soca
’til the party’s over

Let’s keep the music sweet
wine up your waist and feel the beat

Don’t scratch my soca

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