Sunday gone, I jump on a minibus
I'm really late but it's not my fault
I went with Neil, it's breached by the terminus
I feel the bus come to a halt
Well, the car run goes down by the roundabout
But just as if that could not suffice
I'd rather run to the bus and start to show
You shoulda dead make me buy a pound of rice
Ram good liver, good fillet, mannish water
Billy good tea, make the airing for your daughter
For a good lunch, put a bite in your back
It make your daughter
It make your daughter walk and talk
Well, the news spread
Fast like a telegram
Nobody know where the goat come from
We raise a pot and a pan from a naya man
Who sit down there all along
Two dudes on the pot, a boil
A head of yaman, banana tip
Meanwhile, little water's a guan
Lick me goat and a
Take me sip
Ram good liver, good fillet, mannish water
Billy good tea, make the airing for your daughter
For a good lunch, put a bite in your back
It make your daughter
It make your daughter walk and talk
Well, I pop two pitch and I make a slide
I take a walk, go out a street
But while I waitin' down the road
Till I'm on my ride
I feel a gripe and I start to feel very weak
Before too long, you know how to ask
I run in belly like a horse



My judge may pay
And everybody in the road are dead with laugh
Is then I know that crime will never pay
Ram good liver, good fillet, mannish water
Billy good tea, make the airing for your daughter
For a good lunch, put a bite in your back
It make your daughter
It make your daughter walk and talk
Ram good liver, good fillet, mannish water
Billy good tea, make the airing for your daughter
For a good lunch, put a bite in your back
It make your daughter
It make your daughter walk and talk
Ram good liver, good fillet, mannish water
Billy good tea, make the airing for your daughter
For a good lunch, put a bite in your back
It make your daughter