| Camillo |
|---|
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye |
| Rastaman Camillo! |
| Life make him feel low |
| So he’d sit and he’d start to smoke |
| His way of life is no joke |
| Sit down he’d smoke his fire |
| Smoke one more make him higher |
| Footstep’d come and put out him smoke |
| Police then come and give him a poke |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye |
| Hey man, if you have smoke |
| Listen the Policeman is a joke |
| They give him one of his superthings |
| And the Policemen start to sing |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye |
