[Verse 1: Caribbean dancehall toaster male lead, chantin' and bouncin' on the riddim] Eleven-thirty, Saturday, the hall is ram and hot Thirty-nine for thirty minutes more, that's every year I got Every auntie on the dance floor and my bredren by the door Big tune playin', Selector Shaky Hands is liftin' up the floor And I'm watchin' that clock up on the wall like it's a gun Every time the big hand move, me feel the forty come So I go up to the selector with a twenty in my fist Say, "Bwoy, every time it reach the hook, I want you doin' this" [Hook: Caribbean dancehall toaster male lead, the riddim slammin'] Pull it back, selector, pull it back again Every time the big hand move, I want it back to when I was young and I was wild and the dance would never end Pull it back, selector, pull it back again [Verse 2: Caribbean dancehall toaster male lead, faster chant] Hook come in, him pull it back, the clock still say eleven Hook come in, him pull it back, I'm feelin' twenty-seven Hook come in, him pull it back, my knees don't feel a thing Auntie Gloria on the speaker box, she bouncin' like a spring Tape a napkin on my watch, I tape a plate across the clock Told my bredren hide their phones, and every phone go in a sock Twenty dollars for a rewind, forty dollars for a double Hundred dollars, Shaky, keep it rollin', I don't want no trouble [Rewind: the band stops dead halfway through the hook, the toaster calls it, and the selector pulls it back to the top] Pull it back, selector, pull it back again Every time the big hand move Wheel it, Shaky, from the top [Hook: Caribbean dancehall toaster male lead, the riddim slammin' harder] Pull it back, selector, pull it back again Every time the big hand move, I want it back to when I was young and I was wild and the dance would never end Pull it back, selector, pull it back again [Verse 3: Caribbean dancehall toaster male lead, then bouncin' harder] Then somebody open up the door to get a breath of air And the sun come pourin' in like gold across the stair Birds out on the wire, and the milk truck on the street Shaky Hands is sleepin' standin', and the needle on repeat Pull the napkin off my watch, it say a quarter after five I been forty for five hours, and I never felt so live Forty came lookin' for me, and it couldn't keep the pace Found me in the middle of the floor with cake across my face Can't pull back the clock, my friend, but you can pull back a tune So I wake up Shaky Hands and tell him, "Forty want it too" [Hook: Caribbean dancehall toaster male lead, the whole hall bouncin'] Pull it back, selector, pull it back again Every time the big hand move, I want it back to when I was young and I was wild and the dance would never end Pull it back, selector, pull it back again [End]
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