dat - pluto shervington

Rasta Ozzy from up de hill
Decide fi check 'pon 'im 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

Chorus

( 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

( Rpt 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

( Rpt Chorus )

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