...DAT... by Pluto Shervington
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*from Pluto (1976)*
Intro:
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Verse 1:
(n.)
Rasta Ozzy from up de hill,
De-cide fi check pon im grocery bill.
An when him add up de t ings him need,
De dunny done wha him save, fi buy likkle weed.
Bridge 1:
Him han pon him jaw, Lord; red him eye an just meditate.
The time is so hard, Lord; I man now t ink bout emigrate.
I mek up me mind, Lord; I might as well go gainst I man faith.
So a-forward a-market; I sight the butcher bwoy by de gate.
Chorus 1:
(You wan goat?) No I might a-kill I queen,
(Try de beef nuh?) I no check fi no grass weh green.
(Wha bout fowl?) What cha know; is time fi a change,
(Mere fish?) Got children out-a dat range.
(How bout de steak?) What cha know, me no sight me rate,
(Try tripe?) Bu n me belly when I pull me pipe.
(What about de pork then?) Hush your mouth man; me brethren hear,
Sell I a pound of dat t ing there.
Interlude:
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Verse 2:
So when the butcher pull up a stool,
Be-gin fi question Ozzy; how him so fool?
What kind a sump in cook in a pot?
From him born, him never did hear bout dat.
Bridge 2:
Well, what cha know, master? Give I time mek a try explain.
It s just like a flim show, fi pro-tect the humble; we change the name.
I would have feel so cute, fi come in and ask we some Arnold fat .
I and I feel safer, if we change the subject and call it dat.
Chorus 2:
(You wan goat?) No I might a-kill I queen,
(Try de beef nuh?) I no check fi no grass weh green.
(Wha bout fowl?) What cha know; is time fi a change,
(Mere fish?) Got children out-a dat range.
(How bout de steak?) What cha know, me no sight me rate,
(Try tripe?) Bu n me belly when I pull me pipe.
(What about de pork then?) Hush your mouth man; me brethren hear,
Sell I a pound of dat t ing there.
Interlude:
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Verse 3:
Ozzy pay off de butcher bill,
Tek de parcel and trod up the hill.
Like a spite, who do you t ink him meet?
Rasta Jeremiah from down the street.
Bridge 3:
Guidance me Brethren; is wha you have in a dat dere bag?
Him kinda get frighten, and be-gin fi hide it be-neat him rag.
That man no fear I, Lord, mek we go up me yard and take a sat.
Meanwhile, light, a fire; I will help you eat off de pound a dat.
Chorus 3:
(You wan goat?) No I might a-kill I queen,
(Try de beef nuh?) I no check fi no grass weh green.
(Wha bout fowl?) What cha know; is time fi a change,
(Mere fish?) Got children out-a dat range.
(How bout de steak?) What cha know, me no sight me rate,
(Try tripe?) Bu n me belly when I pull me pipe.
(What about de pork then?) Hush your mouth man; me brethren hear,
Sell I a pound of dat t ing there.
Outro:
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(Repeat to Fade)
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (
[email protected])