Jah! Rastafarianism. Yes I, Ras Trent. Ba-da ding-ding-ding-ding whooaaaaa!. Who dem?. You no want test me champion sound. . Oh fire pon Babylon. And fire pon a batty boy. Rude boy living in
Song Roly Poly - Terence Trent D'Arby. Your dangerous charm and your. Glamorous arrogance thrilled me. In the melancholy winter time. (Uncle Bill please give me time) But this war of attrition
Every Friday afternoon, I hitch up the trailer. Saddle up ol' rock an' ice down the cooler. Drive that back road until it ends. At the Ropin' Pen There's rusted out pick-ups an' fancy rigs. Twenty
