| Murder! |
| Murder!
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| Help save me this girl start to cry
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| A man in the key hole peeping
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| Look ah see he eye
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| Well I ain’t staying here no longer,
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| I am going away
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| I got no privacy in here,
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| Aye aye Carlton move from dey
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| Carlton is a peeping tom
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| (Carlton peeping at me!)
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| Where he get this habit from
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| (Carlton peeping at me!)
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| Yes, I come inside to rest
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| Ah take off me shoes and me dress
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| But when ah peep through the jalousie
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| Who ah see — Carlton peeping at me!
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| Then she start to bawl out
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| «Neighbour this thing can’t be true,
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| I am feeling so embarrassed
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| I don’t know what to do
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| I regret the day I come
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| To live on Laventille Hill!»
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| All the time she quarrelling
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| Carlton peeping still
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| Carlton is a peeping tom
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| (Carlton peeping at me!)
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| Where he get this habit from
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| (Carlton peeping at me!)
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| Oh I come inside to rest
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| Ah take off me shoes and me dress
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| But when ah peep through the jalousie
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| Who ah see — Carlton peeping at me!
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| Look at this, oh…
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| Shame on you, Carlton!
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| This time if you see
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| How she running all over the room
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| Wrapped up in blanket
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| But she thin like a broom
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| And she brassiere got two holes in front
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| Like if a cockroach bite out a piece
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| She feel so shame that Carlton see
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| Now she turning beast
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| (Murder!)
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| Carlton is a peeping tom
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| (Carlton peeping at me!)
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| Yes, where he get this habit from
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| (Carlton peeping at me!)
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| I come inside to rest
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| Ah take off me shoes and me dress
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| But when ah look through the jalousie
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| Who ah see — Carlton peeping at me!
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| Shame on you Carlton, shame on you!
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| Well I didn’t know that this woman
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| Had two bad john son
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| Always beating people with iron
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| And walking with gun
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| Well, when they come they got the news
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| They didn’t care whether true or lie
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| Soap water with salt and pepper
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| And they throw it in Carlton eye
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| Next time when you want to peep
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| Stop peeping at she, that’s meh mother
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| Rub your eye and go to sleep
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| Stop peeping at she
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| Carlton, next time you press luck
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| It’s meh bull pistol passing on your back
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| And if you must peep at somebody
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| Go home and peep at your own mammy! |