UB40 - Wear You to the Ball lyrics

Who dat? Who dat, who dat?

I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight
Put on your best dress tonight

Did you hear what the man said, baby?
Said be your best 'cause this
Gonna be your musical test
So come to school and I
Take up the musical rule
Give me soul brothers, deal with soul sisters
Come to I and maybe you can
Make it if you try
So be wise and be changing, put on your best
Because I've got your musical key
Rub it baby, I said scrub it, yeah!
'Cause I'm tougher than tough and
That ain't no bluff
Maybe it's because I've got the musical stuff

I'm gonna make you the talk of the town
No use wearing a frown
Though those other guys may put you down
I'm gonna let you wear my crown
Though those other guys may put you down
You wear my crown

Wow! Chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow
Chick-a-bow wow wow give me soul brothers
And give me soul sisters
Don't beg for no mercy
Move it up, break it up!
I tell you 'bout it, it's good
Wow! She's got it
She's got it, she's got it, she's got it

Though those other guys may put you down
I'm gonna let you wear my crown

And we are going to have a musical ball
So get on the ball and don't stall
I beg you, baby wow!
Tell you about it, it's good

I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight
Put on your best dress tonight

Uhuh that's for sure
Play brand new musical discs from
The flick of my wrist, baby
Wow! Tell you about it, she's got it
She's got it, she's got it, she's got it
Wow! Chick-a-bow chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow
Chick-a-bow wow wow come on

I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight
Put on your best dress tonight
I'm gonna make you the talk of the town
No use wearing a frown