I. Sutherland-G. Sutherland-Renwick 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.