Nothing more than a Rasta who can only afford pork but wants to keep it quiet. Here are the real lyrics.
Rasta Ozzy from up the hill
Decide fe check pon him grocery bill
And when him add up the tings him need
He dunny don wa him save fe buy little weed
Him hand upon his jaw, Lord
Red him eye and just mediate ( a reference to smoking ganja)
The time is so hard Lord
I man now tink bout emigrate
I mek up me mind Lord
I might as well go against I man faith
So a forward a market
I sight de butcher bwoy by the gate
(You want goat?)
No I might a kill I queen
(Try beef now?)
I no check fe no grass wa green
(What about fowl?)
What ya know it's time fe a change
(Mashed fish?)
God children out a dat range
(How about the steak?)
What ya know, me now sight the rate
(Try tripe boss?)
Burn me belly when I pull me pipe
(Alright what about the pork?)
Hush your mouth might me bredren hear
Sell I a poundof dat ting there
Then the butcher pull up a stool
Begin to question Ozzy how him so fool
What kind of something cook in a pot
From him born he never did hear bout dat
Well what ya know master
Give I time make I try explain
It's just like a flim show
Fe protect the humble we change de name
I would have feel so cute
Fe come in and ask for some 'Arnold fat'
I and I feel safer if we change de subject and call it Dat
(You want goat?)
No I might a kill I queen
(Take the beef then)
I no check fe no grass a green
(What about fowl?)
What ya know it's time fe a change
(Take fish then)
God children out a dat range
(Make good steak you know)
What ya know, me now sight the rate
(Take the tripe then boss)
Burn me belly when I pull me pipe
(Force down the pork then)
Hush your mouth man, me brethren hear
Sell I upon a dat thing there
Ozzy pay off de butcher bill
Take de parcel and trod up de hill
Like a spite who ya think him meet?
Rasta Jeremiah from down the street
Guidance me brethren
Is what you have in a dat there bag?
Him kind of get frightened
And begin fe hide it beneath him rag
That man no fear I Lord
If we go up me Yard and take a sat
Meanwhile light a fire
I will help you eat off de pound of DAT
Nothing more than a Rasta who can only afford pork but wants to keep it quiet. Here are the real lyrics.
Rasta Ozzy from up the hill Decide fe check pon him grocery bill And when him add up the tings him need He dunny don wa him save fe buy little weed Him hand upon his jaw, Lord Red him eye and just mediate ( a reference to smoking ganja) The time is so hard Lord I man now tink bout emigrate I mek up me mind Lord I might as well go against I man faith So a forward a market I sight de butcher bwoy by the gate
(You want goat?) No I might a kill I queen (Try beef now?) I no check fe no grass wa green (What about fowl?) What ya know it's time fe a change (Mashed fish?) God children out a dat range (How about the steak?) What ya know, me now sight the rate (Try tripe boss?) Burn me belly when I pull me pipe (Alright what about the pork?) Hush your mouth might me bredren hear Sell I a poundof dat ting there
Then the butcher pull up a stool Begin to question Ozzy how him so fool What kind of something cook in a pot From him born he never did hear bout dat Well what ya know master Give I time make I try explain It's just like a flim show Fe protect the humble we change de name I would have feel so cute Fe come in and ask for some 'Arnold fat' I and I feel safer if we change de subject and call it Dat
(You want goat?) No I might a kill I queen (Take the beef then) I no check fe no grass a green (What about fowl?) What ya know it's time fe a change (Take fish then) God children out a dat range (Make good steak you know) What ya know, me now sight the rate (Take the tripe then boss) Burn me belly when I pull me pipe (Force down the pork then) Hush your mouth man, me brethren hear Sell I upon a dat thing there
Ozzy pay off de butcher bill Take de parcel and trod up de hill Like a spite who ya think him meet? Rasta Jeremiah from down the street Guidance me brethren Is what you have in a dat there bag? Him kind of get frightened And begin fe hide it beneath him rag That man no fear I Lord If we go up me Yard and take a sat Meanwhile light a fire I will help you eat off de pound of DAT