| Me live de life of leisure in me house here down de bay
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| Me wife cook anyting me want, me eat six times a day
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| Me woman she cook de chicken, yes, she cook de beans and rice
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| With rum banana pudding, me livin' de life of paradise
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| De only consequence is dat me weigh 300 pound
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| And now de clothes dat fit me—Ha! |
| Ha!—nagwah can be found
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| Jah know me hear de riddems, Jah know me want to dance around
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| But every time me take a step me pants fall down
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| Me gut so big and round
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| She make me pants fall down
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| Me trousers on de ground
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| Because me pants fall down
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| Me belt she loop around
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| And still me pants fall down
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| Yah hear da whooshing sound
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| Jah know me pants fall down
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| Shriekback, flashback, give de dog a bone
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| Jah crack way in back, John Brown on de phone
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| Me try de Atkins diet, cause me worry 'bout me size
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| Me lose de bufu inches from me bumbo and me thighs
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| Me wife she make de grapefruit an' de yogurt, oat and bran
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| She say dat though there less of me, me no de lesser man
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| Me like «before and after» picture since me shed me pound
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| Jah know me hear de riddems but Irie, she no be found
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| Before me clothes to little and me was too big around
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| And now me got no middle, so me pants fall down
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| Me lose de hundred pound
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| And still me pants fall down
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| Me face is going to frown
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| Because me pants fall down
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| Me walking like a clown
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| Because me pants fall down
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| Me naughty bits abound
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| Because me pants fall down
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| Shriekback, flashback, give de dog a bone
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| Jah crack way in back, John Brown on de phone
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| Shriekback, flashback, give de dog a bone
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| Jah crack, hacky sack, John Brown on de phone |