Wear You To The Ball - UB40

Written by：John Holt

I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight

Put on your best dress tonight

Did you hear what the man said baby

Well be your best 'cause this

Gonna be a musical test

So come to school and I take up the musical rule

Give me soul brothers and give me 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 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'll wear my crown

Wow chick a bow chicka 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

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

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 chick a bow wow wow

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