Somebody mad. [Song]

Uploaded by edward spencer SOMEBODY MAD
By Mighty Chalkdust

In the Oval to see Pelé match, I sat next to Dr. Bharrat
We had a long talk, I said, Listen Doc, you know about mad people a damn lot
'Round the world you does travel to study insane people
But Doc, why do you go overseas when we have mad men here like peas?

I ask him,
Doc, what would you say if I should throw a dead dog on Frederick Street?
[I'll say you mad.] Bharrat say, [I'll say you mad.] All right
And if I give a dead corbeau to everyone I met?
[I'll say you mad, I'll say you mad.]
Well then, if a man could watch the La Basse right dey
And build houses so near for people to stay
To take in that stinking stench the whole day,
Somebody have to be mad, mad-mad
Somebody up in White Hall mad.

In the Oval, Bharrat was so shocked,
He drank three straight rums on the rocks
With my mad talk he disagreed, Chalkie, I have too many mouths to feed.
Ah doctor, be reasonable, you were trained to know mad people
And if you can't spot a madman just so, well then you are mad also.

I asked him,
Doc, if I should teach a Nigerian to model a dashiki?
[I'll say you mad.] He tell me. [I'll say you mad.] Amen!
And if Chalkie went to Washington to sing soul and rock steady?
[I'll say you mad, I'll say you mad.]
Well then, if a man could leave calypso and pan
To represent us up in Switzerland
And send six girls to model their behind,
Somebody have to be mad, mad-mad?
Somebody up in White Hall mad.

Doctor Bharrat, this is no joke but you are not doing your work
If some men just curse or call Williams a louse,
Allyuh does put them inside the madhouse
Look Gene Miles just sing kaiso, you put she in St. Ann's just so
And J.D. Elder raping our culture, Aubrey Adams and he should be there.

I ask him,
Doc, if I run you down with a cutlass in order to kill you dead?
[I'll say you mad, I'll say you mad.] Amen!
And when I corner you, I tell you, Pass. You're free to go instead?
[I'll say you mad, I'll say you mad.]
Well then, if a man could hold our soldiers just so
And to keep them jailed, you spend so much dough
And next day tell them they are free to go,
Somebody have to be mad, mad-mad?
Somebody up in White Hall mad.

Dr. Bharrat, now get this quick, I'm not talking 'bout Eric
I don't connect him with insanity 'cause he went to a university
I wonder if it's George John, oh no, he couldn't be the one
He has a good brain, so then it must be the thin, tall Chinee lady.

I ask him,
Doc, if I turn down a hungry man even though I have cash on me?
[I'll say you mad.] Bharrat say, [I'll say you mad.] All right.
And if I watch that very man and take away his money?
[I'll say you mad, I'll say you mad.]
Well then, if every year a man taxing we skin
Bread, butter, milk, oil, gas, and rum raising
Although we are jobless, poor and scrunting,
Somebody have to be mad, Doctor Bharrat?
Somebody up in White Hall mad.

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

Thank you, Mighty Chalkdust.

"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!
Guanaguanare