Bruddha J by Starcruisers

BRUDDHA J

Rollin’ in a low-slung sled he grooved upon a tune
Top back down and bass turned all the way up to the moon
He watched the saucer land in the field the other night
He knew that somethin’ ‘bout it couldn’t possibly be right

Couldn’t feel a thing upon his face
Lights all flashin’ on as they landed on the place
Little men, they zapped him with some kind of cosmic ray
Turned him into a Rasta Man they call the Bruddha J

He grew some natty dreads and he rolled a huge spliff
Started walking slower with a swing and low-slung drift
Used to love the hip-hop of the ganga Cypress Hill
Now he hears the steel drums of Jamaican for his thrill
CHORUS

Give him peace and love down on Electric Avenue
He got to shake the feeling of that alien ship’s crew
They shoved him on a new path and he went along his way
He’s smoking and he’s lovin’ it because he’s Brother J
CHORUS

• Cosmic Rock
• Progressive
• Progressive Rock
• Psychedelic
• Rock
• Space Folk
• Space funk
• Oklahoma City