Uploaded by shady P
By Mighty Sparrow
Long ago, boy, when I was young and anything at all go wrong
I used to run to mih grandmother for she to help me but oh, brother!
When she talk is only parable, when she done, I in more trouble
I know is good advice she giving but what the Devil she saying?
An ounce of prevention better than a whole pound of cure, doudou
Never trouble trouble until trouble trouble you
You scratch my back before yours get scratch
When you drinking gasoline, doh eat match
What sweet in goat mouth go sour in he pants
Egg have no right in rock stone dance
Exchange no robbery, any port for a storm
Can't clean ground for monkey run on.
I really thought she was madwoman because I really couldn't understand
All these parables she using, to me it was too confusing
You young, you quick to fall in love and always have problem to solve
I think I getting help from she but she telling me Nancy story.
Lalin kouwi jou pawe
One day, one day, congotay
Who have cocoa in sun always looking for rain
He who have cocobay doh 'fraid yaws again
Wise man will never practice what you hear him preach
So doh hang your hat where you hand can't reach
Love soon get cold when it run hot like caca
Boy, oh boy, she was a real good sport, the real amusing sort
She could fix any problem, I'm sure, she had a plaster for every sore
When you live in glass house, don't pelt stone
The window you break might be your own
Who bring you news go carry back on you, everything she tell me is true.
Show me a thief, I go show you a liar
Birds of a feather flock together
Knowledge is power, wisdom is force
Zeal without knowledge is a runaway horse
Fool could make money but is wise man to spend it
Nobody could teach an old dog new tricks
One hand can't clap, once bitten twice shy
And you never miss the water 'til the well run dry.
Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................
A Note From The Gull
Birdie, until you can smile again...
"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.
Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.
Mweh ka allay!