Story Behind the Song
Written originally around 1973 by Sam Cooper and Henry Brostovski, the song has evolved slightly over the past few decades, but still has the same basic vibe.
Lyrics
(REGGAE SUMMER
live version as recorded by HEY! BETTY! at the Crossroads Bar in Asbury Park, NJ in December, 2001)
written by Sam Cooper and Henry Brostovski
I pulled into Kingston on a sunny day…in Jamaica.
Tropical breeze whispers tru de trees, de girls like to play…in Jamaica.
Sounds of reggae through the air make HEY! BETTY! want to stay…in Jamaica.
(chorus)
It’s gonna be a reggae summer.
It’s gonna be a reggae summer.
We have a hut where we all be jammin', we jam it all day long…in Jamaica.
And when ol Mr. Sun break tru de clouds, nuttin' can go wrong…in Jamaica.
So light de ganja, pass de rum, and sing a reggae song…in Jamaica.
(chorus)
Dis new life I have found down by de sea…in Jamaica.
Me and my lady’s hearts will always be…in Jamaica.
So come taste dis island paradise and live with me…in Jamaica.
It’s gonna be a reggae summer…come-a, come-a, come-a feel dat island beat,
Be a reggae summer…and let dat island riddum move your feet,
It’s gonna be a reggae summer…you get de munchies, mon, I know we get sumtin to eat now, ya,
Be a reggae summer…(spoken) Now, you, Mr. Rastaman, you got some sinsee for me, mon, we roll it into a great big splif, we go down to da lonely cove, we light it up and den we smoke it, every ting iree, soon come.
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