Song Lyrics

Rasta Ozzy from up de hill
Decide fi check 'pon 'I'm grocery bill
An' when him add up de t'ings him need
De dunny done wha' him save fi buy likkle weed
Him han 'pon him jaw, lord. Red him eye an' just meditate
The time is so hard lord, I man now t'ink 'bout emigrate
I mek up me mind lord I might as well go 'gainst I man faith
So a forward a market, I sight the butcher bwoy by de gate

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(You wan' goat?) No I might-a kill I queen
(Try de beef nuh?) I no check fi no grass weh green
(Wha' bout fowl?) What'cha know is time fi a change
(Mere fish ?) Got children out a dat range
(How 'bout de steak?) What'cha know, me no sight me rate
(Try tripe?) Bu'n me belly when I pull me pipe
(What about de pork then?)
Hush your mouth man, me brethren hear
Sell I a pound of dat t'ing there

So when the butcher pull up a stool
Begin fi question Ozzy how him so fool
What kind a sump'in cook in a pot
From him born him never did hear 'bout dat
Well what'cha know master, give I time mek'a try explain
It's just like a flim show
Fi protect the humble we change the name
I would have feel so cute
Fi come in and ask we some 'Arnold fat'
I and I feel safer if we change the subject and call it Dat

[Chorus]

Ozzy pay off de butcher bill
Tek de parcel and trod up the hill
Like a spite who do you t'ink him meet?
Rasta Jeremiah from down the street
Guidance me brethren
Is wha' you have in a dat dere bag?
Him kinda get frighten, and begin fi hide it beneat' him rag
That man no fear I lord
Mek we go up me yard and take a sat
Meanwhile light a fire
I will help you eat off de pound a dat

[Chorus]

Leighton Pluto Shervington