Lyrics Dr. Phibbs - I-Roy

Dr. Phibbs

Tell me that you’re frozen like whiskey thrown in a bourbon bottle
Or as the father said, you’re as crisp as a bamboo wattle
Well I kinda say, this a the sound you gotta talk to, as I would tell you baby
Kinda sound a make you trackle, as I would say
As I play you exclusive, extraordinary sounds from Jamaica way called the
sidewalk doctor on the scene
Now you can hear Mr. T a-blowing from his saxophone, real keen
So you cats gotta board the train, because I won’t be coming back
When I tell you this sound’s heavy like we’re moving pon one stock,
as I would say
You can hear the words of wisdom I, your brother, would play you on the scene
When I tell you my woman’s hand was as swift as a kitten’s paw
Scrapping her man’s loot and putting her hands on the jaw
Tell you about this kinda woman, as I would say
Teasing and talking out her way, and so pretty like a prophecy, but we draw,
it’s lovely, as I would say, yeah
A woman’s bosom is a red box, be careful brother, you are over tax
I kinda tell you 'bout the sax, as I would play the sidewalk doctor on the scene
Baby, be real keen, folks a-jiggle then a-wiggle from my record machine
Old capital of Jamaica called Spaintown, you know
Blow, Mr. T, to make them free like a bird in a tree, as I would say
Tell you, cat
Sidewalk doctor on the scene, exclusively sound, as I would play you, real keen
So you gotta make the scene and be keen, as I would tell you
Blow, Mr. T, Jamaica free like some kinda bird in a tree
And give them love and unity for I and I
Yeah