Lyrics

They a gon tell you some tings A whole heap o' tings A bag a tings A crock o', bag a tings Never chat some tings But you hear some tings A crock o', bag a tings Earthquake fear, but no believe in nuh god How you fi mix rasta man with [?] Sing hymn to the vegetable field in my yard Nuff vegetable matters but chow and salad Wen dem did there wi ya good boy a trod Worst of di worst place hand up for what Cross boarder line to firing squad Wi mi [?] Grand cayman and Barbados me trod England, Canada always see a mi glad For di reggae boys a-carry di Jamaican Flag Jamaican Flag Jamaican Flag Jamaican Flag They a gon tell you some tings A whole heap o' tings A bag a tings A crock o', bag a tings Never chat some tings But you hear some tings A crock o', bag a tings They a gon tell you some tings A whole heap o' tings A bag a tings A crock o', bag a tings Never chat some tings But you hear some tings A crock o', bag a tings
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Cardiff Samuel Butt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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