| Well you pick up a jagabat running wild
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| You feel like a champ, all you face in smile
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| You pick up a sardine running wild
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| You feeling happy, all you face in smile
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| You tell she this kind of life must stop
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| You put she in a house and you furnish up
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| Your family don’t agree
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| Because is married you going to married to she
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| And when you married you playing boss
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| You get so jealous, you get so cross
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| But if you plant cassava, you can’t get fig
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| You put a hog in a palace, it still remain a pig
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| I say you stupid married man
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| Run and put ring on she hand
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| You know is horn you goin' get
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| And when you get it you want to cut off she neck
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| Well they sick in they head, they ain’t got reason
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| They think that marriage is a medicine
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| Buying troubl and they making strife
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| Marry a devil but want an angl for a wife
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| Everything she was accustomed to
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| Must stop from the moment she say «I do»
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| Don’t go here, don’t do this, shut your trap
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| And have she belly always big, them girl ain’t like that
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| When they married they playing boss
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| They get so jealous, they get so cross
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| But if you plant cassava, you can’t get fig
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| You put a hog in a palace, it still remain a pig
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| I say you stupid married man
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| Run and threw ring on she hand
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| You know is horn you goin' get
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| And when you get it you want to cut off she neck
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| Some of them will have a girl for donkey years
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| And will abide with her numerous love affairs
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| She could have man from John John to Tableland
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| Well they cry to she but want to kill the man
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| But when they married it’s a different score
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| Licks like fire if she talk to the neighbour next door
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| Always pulling and tugging she
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| Like if they get she in a sale at Kirpalani
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| When they married they playing boss
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| They get so jealous, they get so cross
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| But if you plant cassava, you can’t get fig
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| You put a hog in a palace, it still remain a pig
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| I say you dotish married man
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| Run and put ring on she hand
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| You know is horn you goin' get
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| And when you get it you want to cut off she neck
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| Whoopsie, mama!
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| Listen to meh gospel:
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| Take my advice, I’m sure you will agree
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| It’s you who breaking up your marriage with jealousy
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| If you see your girl in my Kapitan
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| Maybe a drop I’m giving she so don’t break she hand
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| You know it’s a wahbeen you married to
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| So you self have to live like a cascadoo
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| Stay in you shell with no fault to find
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| You and she is two of a kind
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| When you married stop playing boss
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| Stop getting jealous, stop getting cross
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| When you plant cassava, you can’t get fig
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| You put a hog in a palace, it still remain a pig
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| I say you stupid married man
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| Run and threw ring on she hand
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| Ah man you know is horn you goin' get
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| And when you get it you want to cut off she neck |