Lyrics Dilly Dally - Brooklyn Funk Essentials, Josh Roseman

Dilly Dally

I rise each day
to yet another shock
from dis alarm clock culture.
And I miss de sound
of mi big red cock
as him beat him chest
and crow welcome song
to de sun
from de fowl shit covered
guava tree pon de hillside.
And de snooze button allow me five minute
more to dream bout ackee and breadfruit.
Den I get up and eat a bagel
and worry bout mi love handle.
Six layers a clothes
and termal drawers
and I still cold.
Another bridge mean more toll.
And de golden rule
is alternate-side parking.
And as de belly get fat
many tings bout Yard dat
used to be just a mere inconvenience
start to look like major incompetence.
Unscheduled power cut
daily
water lock off
bank pon short staff cause
the morning was a little bit rainy.
Few telephones
dat’s just how it is
yet everyone know
everyone else business.
Well I live in mi building for five years now
and mi neighbours dem still don’t know me.
But solace come from anonymity.
And every time I bite de apple
de apple swallow me.
So dem force me to buy
a piece of the FBI
CIA investment pie.
And dem give me a W2
form in lieu
of a receipt.
So now I’m funding a plot
to get God shot
or someting like dat.
De Korean polish him apples dem clean
and arrange dem in stacks of red, gold and green.
say him want Rasta to feel welcome.
Seen?
Still I yearn for de breeze
from de Natty Bay sea
as it cool down de sweat pon me back
Long to feed dry coc’nut to mi cock.
So I dilly
and I dally
and I wonder
how much longer
I can philander
Cause each time I bite de apple
it swallow a piece of me
Still it hard to love de fruit
if I never did climb de tree.