| We say Deo, Deo, Deo
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| Roll that barrel out
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| We say Deo, Deo
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| Twist the tap and pass it around
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| He owns a Graddel by banyan tree
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| And old Jamacia called the ocean breeze
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| His face is kind as it is creased
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| From tossin nets off an old boat bow
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| But all Jamal is a mariners son
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| Will tell you where the ships would run
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| And if your down there askin to pour ya one
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| And you’ll hear that sailor shout
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| He’ll say Deo, Deo, Deo
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| Roll that barrel out
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| He’ll say Deo Deo
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| Twist the tap and pass it around
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| His mama told him when he was young
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| You work the fields till you grow up
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| While she tapped the barrels and the cantina
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| The soldier boys passing by
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| His big brown eyes and little feet
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| For years they were at the coco bean
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| But he’d have visions of pirates when he would fall asleep
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| And they sang him this lullaby
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| He’ll say Deo, Deo, Deo
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| Roll that barrel out
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| He’ll say Deo Deo
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| Twist the tap and pass it around
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| Hey hey!
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| We met Jamal when we arrived
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| He told a story round a fire last night
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| You shoulda seen that beach come alive
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| When he sang his island song
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| Yeah and we all sang along
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| We’ll say Deo, Deo, Deo
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| Roll that barrel out
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| We’ll say Deo Deo
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| Twist the tap and pass it around
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| Twist the tap and pass it around
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| Twist the tap and pass it around |