You Gotta Do What You Love Songtext

When I was four there was a hurricane in Kingston Town,with a foot and a half of water.Everyone was alright, but I cried all night,It blew my alphabet blocks out of order.And they said, 'This boy's born to be a bureaucrat',Born to be all obsessive and snotty.I made my friends and relations, file long applicationsTo get into my tenth birthday party.But something changed when my man turned pro.I was sortin', but I wasn't smilin'.He forgot that it's not about badges and ranks.It's supposed to be about the filing.People, we didn't choose to be bureaucrats,No, that's what almighty Jah made us.We treat people like swine, and make 'em stand in line,Even if nobody paid us.They say the world looks down on the bureaucrats,They say we're anal, compulsive, and weird.But when push comes to shove, you gotta do what you loveEven if it's not a good idea.Zoidberg!They said I probably shouldn't be a surgeon.They pooh-poohed my electric frankfurter.They said I probably shouldn't fly with just one eye.I am Bender, please insert girder.Everybody sing 'Jamaica'!Jamaica!Just the Bureaucrats.Jamaica!The Grade 19's.Jamaica.Sing me Home!When push comes to shove, you gotta do what you loveEven if it's not a good idea.