Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baked Beans & Egg, artist - Macka B. Album song Sign Of The Times, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 25.04.2005
Record label: Ariwa Sounds
Song language: English
Baked Beans & Egg |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
Some black people |
Nuh put no |
Good food inna dem structure |
Dem a-eat the same thing for |
Dem breakfast, lunch, and dinner |
From January |
Right through to December |
What am I eat? |
Well, listen good and I-and-I will tell ya |
Dat the bean and egg |
Bea-bean and egg |
Bea-bean and egg |
Between two slice a' thick-sliced bread |
Me called me up a I-dren |
For now we’ll call him Fred |
Him a' no dreadlocks |
Lord, him is a comb head |
He love fi ride motorcycle and moped |
Dis is a true story so |
Don’t be misled |
Well, to this white lady the man get wed |
It was alright, that must be said |
Well, them love one another |
And they sleep inna bed |
But there was a problem |
For poor old Fred |
Him ney ney get fat |
A' get mawga instead |
He didn’a look to me like |
Fred nah get fed |
So mi ask him if him sick |
Him look like he a-go dead |
With tears inna him eyes |
This is what Fred said |
«Macka B, me nah get the right food, yunno, dread |
The dumplin' wha' she fry it coulda bust a man head |
She cook a medium rare and the meat just red |
She fry one chicken leg and it come in a clothes peg |
When she fry di fish di fish it just tough like lead |
Her idea of dessert’s a pack of Ready Salted |
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner with some thick-sliced bread |
For the last six month, you know what she’s made?» |
Bean and egg |
Bea-bean and egg |
Bea-bean and egg |
Between two slice a' thick-sliced bread |
«Well, can I come to yuh house for dinner?» |
Sad Fred did a-beg |
Me say, «Yes, Fred, yes, Fred, you are invited |
«Come Saturday evening; |
you will be expected |
«And nuh worry! |
You nah get no bean and egg» |
Fred ride up on mi yard |
Upon him moped |
He look up on di table |
Di table was spread |
With saltfish and ackee |
And some hard dough bread |
Carrot juice, ice cream |
The table look dread |
When Fred see the food |
Him eye get red |
Lick he lips, rub him hand |
Feeling excited |
Nyam di food |
Half clean it was |
And out him belly come |
Because it was well-fed |
Mi said to Fred |
«You now stuffed with chocolate and nutmeg» |
Him said, «haffi di bread» |
Fi di bean and egg |
A-fi di bean and egg |
A-fi di bean and egg |
Between two slice a' thick-sliced bread |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
negate us 'cause I know what you’re thinkin' |
Who’s Macka B to say what or what not we should be eatin'? |
Well, me nuh tell yuh what fi eat |
Me just a-give a warnin' |
Healthy food means healthy body |
Healthy mind and healthy thinkin' |
Vary up your eatin' and nuh eat too much a' one ting |
Too much egg gives you cholesterol |
Your heart it starts attacking |
Too much bean full up your belly with wind |
At night you will be windin' |
When people come to yard at night |
Di whole place will be stinkin' |
True laziness and true make it nyam so often |
So try man make good food |
And the rewards you will be reapin' |
Fast food will stop your hunger |
But it will not keep you goin' |
Nuff fruit and veg, a skinny doctor helps with longer living |
I got to done this lyric now 'cause my belly is rumblin' |
I can smell my rice and peas just waiting in the kitchen |
But before I done I would just like to tell you somethin' |
True, shredded wheat is easy |
Have you tried big fat dumplin'? |
Delicious, man |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |
Too much bean, bean, bea-bean, egg |