Sunday gone, I jump on a minibusI'm really late but it's not my faultI went with Neil, it's breached by the terminusI feel the bus come to a haltWell, the car run goes down by the roundaboutBut just as if that could not sufficeI'd rather run to the bus and start to showYou shoulda dead make me buy a pound of riceRam good liver, good fillet, mannish waterBilly good tea, make the airing for your daughterFor a good lunch, put a bite in your backIt make your daughterIt make your daughter walk and talkWell, the news spreadFast like a telegramNobody know where the goat come fromWe raise a pot and a pan from a naya manWho sit down there all alongTwo dudes on the pot, a boilA head of yaman, banana tipMeanwhile, little water's a guanLick me goat and aTake me sipRam good liver, good fillet, mannish waterBilly good tea, make the airing for your daughterFor a good lunch, put a bite in your backIt make your daughterIt make your daughter walk and talkWell, I pop two pitch and I make a slideI take a walk, go out a streetBut while I waitin' down the roadTill I'm on my rideI feel a gripe and I start to feel very weakBefore too long, you know how to askI run in belly like a horseMy judge may payAnd everybody in the road are dead with laughIs then I know that crime will never payRam good liver, good fillet, mannish waterBilly good tea, make the airing for your daughterFor a good lunch, put a bite in your backIt make your daughterIt make your daughter walk and talkRam good liver, good fillet, mannish waterBilly good tea, make the airing for your daughterFor a good lunch, put a bite in your backIt make your daughterIt make your daughter walk and talkRam good liver, good fillet, mannish waterBilly good tea, make the airing for your daughterFor a good lunch, put a bite in your backIt make your daughter