Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Touch Me , by - Mighty Sparrow. Song from the album Calypso Bacanal, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 04.11.2018
Record label: Erasmus Black
Song language: English
Don't Touch Me |
| Brethren and sistren |
| We are gathered here |
| In this very room |
| While out there is a multitude |
| To do evil! |
| It is said that evil and Maljoes |
| Shall live after him |
| Well a man can’t walk in town |
| With them criminals going 'round |
| I say a man can’t walk in town |
| With them criminals going 'round |
| Yes they pick you pocket, they stab you in the back |
| If you try to make noise, the whole gang attack |
| They beat you soft and Boysie you with cough |
| Then the magistrate let them off |
| I ain’t meddling with nobody |
| Nobody should trouble me |
| I ain’t making joke with nobody |
| They ain’t bound to make joke with me |
| I ain’t arguing with you and I ain’t quarreling with you |
| I can’t fight on the whole |
| But if you lash me — may the Lord have mercy on your soul! |
| It’s a collection! |
| Ring the bell! |
| A silver collection, not coppers! |
| Not coppers! |
| I does 'fraid to walk the street |
| I don’t know which gang I go meet |
| They have no understanding |
| It’s money or your life they demanding |
| So you give them your money, you ain’t playing tough |
| Still they bust your face because the money never 'nough |
| Don’t mind what people say it’s happening everyday |
| You better start seeing things my way |
| I ain’t meddling with nobody |
| Nobody should meddle me |
| I ain’t making joke with nobody |
| They ain’t bound to make joke with me |
| I ain’t arguing with you and I ain’t quarreling with you |
| I can’t fight on the whole |
| But if you lash me — may the Lord have mercy on your soul! |
| Hallelujah! |
| Ring the bell! |
| A silver collection! |
| If you think I’m telling lie |
| Put on a jacket and a tie |
| Hold you brief case in you hand |
| Make people think you is a big big business man |
| Man, they lock you neck, you can’t make a note |
| And if you sneeze — whoops, they cut you throat |
| Yes, and if you drop one cold |
| It’s you the police want to hold |
| I ain’t meddling with nobody |
| Nobody should trouble me |
| I ain’t making joke with nobody |
| They ain’t bound to make joke with me |
| I ain’t arguing with you and I ain’t quarreling with you |
| I can’t fight on the whole |
| But if you lash me — may the Lord have mercy on your soul |
| Who preach the Gospel! |
| So it goes with Him, no wonder! |
| Now give me a silver collection! |
| Not coppers! |
| Yeah, mon! |
| You could talk all what you want |
| Talk don’t get me ignorant |
| You could tell me ah ugly |
| You could even say I resemble Melody |
| It’s a gross insult but I wouldn’t get mad |
| Although I know you really hit me hard |
| The only thing to make me bring out me Cannon |
| Is when you raise you hand |
| I ain’t meddling with nobody |
| Nobody should meddle me |
| I ain’t making joke with nobody |
| They ain’t bound to make joke with me |
| I ain’t arguing with you and I ain’t quarreling with you |
| I can’t fight on the whole |
| But if you touch me — may the Lord have mercy on your soul |
| Hallelujah! |
| Ring the bell! |
| Mother Superior! |
| Ring the bell! |
| Go back, go back, go back! |
| A silver collection! |
| OK, Sister Marjorie! |
| Ring the bell! |
| Make a silver collection! |