Hello Bonjour

I don’t need a passport to walk on this earth

Anywhere I go 'cause

I was made of this earth

I'm born of this earth,

I breathe of this earth

And even with the pain

I believe in this earth

So I wake up in every mornin' and

I'm steppin' on the floor

I wake up in every mornin' and

I'm steppin' out the door

I got faith in the sky, faith in the one

Faith in the people rockin' underneath the sun'

Cause every bit of land is a holy land

And every drop of water is a holy water

And every single child is a son or a daughter

Of the one earth mama, and the one earth papa

So don’t tell a man that he can’t come here'

Cause he got brown eyes and a wavy kind of hair

And don’t tell a woman that she can’t go there

Because she prays a little different to a

God up there

You say you’re a Christian

[00:56.57]'cause God made you

You say you’re a Muslim

You say you’re a Hindu

and the next man a Jew

And we all kill each other

'cause God told us to?

Nah!Hello, hello!

[03:40.18][02:47.26][02:37.23][01:18.70][01:08.27]Bonjour, bonjour!

[03:42.68][02:49.97][02:39.58][01:21.21][01:11.01]Hola, hola!

[03:56.03][03:45.69][02:52.97][02:42.13][01:23.96][01:13.97]Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!

[03:37.59][02:44.98][02:34.79][01:16.36]Hello, hello!

[04:08.85][01:42.50][01:37.25][01:32.06][01:26.61]Follow me, follow me, follow me, let me take to the dancehall

[01:40.15][01:29.16]Now to come a rock this rhythm

Now to come a skankin'

In a Spearhead style, now hear this!

So you dance to the rhythm, bounce to the rhythm

Shake to the rhythm and you roll the rhythm

Sweat to the rhythm, get wet to the rhythm

Make love to the rhythm, clean up to the rhythm

When you movin' you come alive

And when ya grooving in rhythm we survive

So don't panic, don't panic

No drum machines, this is all organic

Just Sly and Robbie on the drums and the bass

Stickie on percussion and we mashin' up the place

Givin' you a beat you can rock and roll to

Givin' you a sound you can shake your soul to

So hip hoppas, punk rockas

Roots rockas, even wood stockas

Don't need a passport, just send a postcard

Send me a message, let me know how you are

Whether you are walkin' or drivin' in your car

Throw your hands high tell me who you are

Bubble from Nigeria to

BotswanaBubble

Botswana to

EthiopiaBubble

Ethiopia to

ZimbabweNow bubble

Zimbabwe to

MexicanaBubble

Mexico to

Braziliana

Bubble Brazilia to

Americana

Bubble from America to

Japan

Bubble from Japan to

China

Bubble form a China to

Pakistana

Bubble from a Pakistan to

Australia

Bubble from Australia to

Palestrina

Bubble from a Palestine to

Israel

Bubble bubble booyaka,

Jamaica

Bubble to

Italia

España

Britania

Bubble bubble dance to the sound

Drums and bass