Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carlton Peeping at Me, artist - Mighty Sparrow. Album song Sparrow in Hi-Fi, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 16.06.2019
Record label: Erasmus Black
Song language: English
Carlton Peeping at Me |
Murder! |
Murder! |
Help save me this girl start to cry |
A man in the key hole peeping |
Look ah see he eye |
Well I ain’t staying here no longer, |
I am going away |
I got no privacy in here, |
Aye aye Carlton move from dey |
Carlton is a peeping tom |
(Carlton peeping at me!) |
Where he get this habit from |
(Carlton peeping at me!) |
Yes, I come inside to rest |
Ah take off me shoes and me dress |
But when ah peep through the jalousie |
Who ah see — Carlton peeping at me! |
Then she start to bawl out |
«Neighbour this thing can’t be true, |
I am feeling so embarrassed |
I don’t know what to do |
I regret the day I come |
To live on Laventille Hill!» |
All the time she quarrelling |
Carlton peeping still |
Carlton is a peeping tom |
(Carlton peeping at me!) |
Where he get this habit from |
(Carlton peeping at me!) |
Oh I come inside to rest |
Ah take off me shoes and me dress |
But when ah peep through the jalousie |
Who ah see — Carlton peeping at me! |
Look at this, oh… |
Shame on you, Carlton! |
This time if you see |
How she running all over the room |
Wrapped up in blanket |
But she thin like a broom |
And she brassiere got two holes in front |
Like if a cockroach bite out a piece |
She feel so shame that Carlton see |
Now she turning beast |
(Murder!) |
Carlton is a peeping tom |
(Carlton peeping at me!) |
Yes, where he get this habit from |
(Carlton peeping at me!) |
I come inside to rest |
Ah take off me shoes and me dress |
But when ah look through the jalousie |
Who ah see — Carlton peeping at me! |
Shame on you Carlton, shame on you! |
Well I didn’t know that this woman |
Had two bad john son |
Always beating people with iron |
And walking with gun |
Well, when they come they got the news |
They didn’t care whether true or lie |
Soap water with salt and pepper |
And they throw it in Carlton eye |
Next time when you want to peep |
Stop peeping at she, that’s meh mother |
Rub your eye and go to sleep |
Stop peeping at she |
Carlton, next time you press luck |
It’s meh bull pistol passing on your back |
And if you must peep at somebody |
Go home and peep at your own mammy! |