Lord have ya seen Johnny Aberdeen

dis man's really amazin'

in three piece suit or jeans

he's in I magazine, on every tele screen

goin' whey no man no man has been

behind da scene oh behind da scene!

Ah wish dat I could be as righteous as Johnny

don't care 'bout di money, di gals or di glory

mi know de time will tell

if Johnny gone a hell or if Johnny's singin' wid angels!

Breddas and sistas do you remember

Aberdeen's last letter, him died of strong fever

di month was decemberbut who know di hour?

goin' whey no man no man has been

behind da scene oh behind da scene!

Ah wish dat I could see a good man like Johnny

don't care 'bout di money, di gals or di glory

Johnny never grow old, he had di heart of gold!

I laugh though dem take I for a fool

so I turn meself to di golden rule

like me dear old mama used to say

"don't worry just live you life day by day

keep on laughin' and sing likkle boy

life is a game we all must enjoy"



don't care about di passin' of time

evry second I live is divine,

like me dear old papa used to say

"dis world's an illusion come and play!"

keep on laughin' and sing likkle boy

life is a game we all must enjoy"

Mi come wid Garlic
to drop some lyrics
an fi play some tricks
we optimistic
got big lickin stick
call us atomic
bionic ironic
electric
mi teach Lord Comic!

So me di group and mi troop gonna try to move your feet
to dis old swingin' beat!
mi got home afta de party
tuesdee nite 1.30
mi found di doctor like a dog inna heat and mi darlin' talkin' sweet:
"flip mi ova and bone mi doctor, push wood inna di fiya!"

Doctor! where's you manners? you no mo' mi fella
so mi ran to mi gun an' shoot dem dung inna di cella!!

darlin' darlin never mi wid you
roses are red and violets are blue
darlin darlin mi no bagaboo
darlin mi nah clean your shoe
darlin darlin don't play dis song
cya mi come first and you second
38 or 45 whatever di size
and bye bye bye!

a likkle afta comin' from afar
a rumble in di yard growin loud and loud
mi run a di door mi open di door
good gracious a yellow ting like a flyin' scooter
mi decide fi meself to hopon
and tell di driver
"quick bredda quick black maria afta I!"
but you know him turn to mi
whatchaman di one and only Garlic Hooper!
you know di trumpeter!!


funny lyrics and music is all I bring inna mi tree piece suit and ting!
rememba me once inna di klubah made you sing and swing wid mi old darlin' ting!
all ah got fi dat: 3 long years inna custody
inna jail called "mercury"
me keepa was a portugee
him treated mi like a santapee
and him lied like a pharisee
but ah ain't got no fear
di allmighty guide I down there
I man smarter
Skalipsoul is di highway robba
I back on earth wid 15000 dollas!