Oh Mr. DC

Coming from the country / with my bag of collie
I buck up on a D.C. / Him waan fi hold me
«Don't you run now, youth man, you won’t get away»
«If you slip you will die, and if you run you can’t hide»
«For I’ve got my dic, stuck right in my hip now»
(Wo-o-ow DC)
Don’t you take my Ishen
(Wo-o-ow DC)
Don’t you touch my collie
(Wo-o-ow DC)
The children dying fi hunger
And I man a suffer
So you’ve got to see
It’s this collie that feeds me
Fifty cents a stick
And a dollar a quater
That is what keeps me alive
Me and my two kids and wife
So give me a chance, sir
And make me gwan likkle faster
Just let me pass through
And Jah will bless you
(Wo-o-ow DC)
Don’t you take my I-science
(Wo-o-ow DC)
Don’t you touch my Collie
(Wo-o-ow DC)
I got the great Sinsemilla
And the good Lamb’s Bread yeah
A likkle tripe for stone
And a likkle goat head
Dread dem waiting in the city
Fi go lick it with the gritty
So please Mr. DC, won’t you have some pity?
(Wo-o-ow DC)
Don’t you take my I-science
(Wo-o-ow DC)
Don’t you touch my Collie
(Wo-o-ow DC)