I remember when my mother said
'You'll never have to look no further'
'Than the highroad that takes you to'
'The somewhere that'll show you where to go'.
I remember looking over
All the things that turn a young boy's shoulder
Making highlife music like it wouldn't
Ever let go of me.
And the highlife music went
Come on, sister, come on, lady
Take it gently in the way
That you know that you should
It's the highlife music and it's got to be
The one to see.
We remember looking over
All the things that turn a young boy's shoulder
Making highlife music like it wouldn't
Ever let go of we.