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Take your time, take time for the king is back,
Take your time, you've got to know that the king is back. Take your time, beware, for he's right on top. Take your time, you've got to know that the king is back. Don't rush it, man, you will surely lose it I am going to burn your skin like a blazing fire. So take your time, take time for the king is back. Take your time, you've got to know that the king is back. Take your time, beware, for he's right on top. Take your time, you've got to know that the king is back. I want you to know who's the king of the ska. The king of the ska is right here on top. So take your time, take time for the king is back. Take your time, you've got to know that the king is back. Take your time, beware, for he's right on top. The king is back, right here, and he's right on top. Take your time, take time for the king is back. Take your time, you've got to know that the king is back. Take your time, beware, for he's right on top. Take your time, you've got to know that the king is back. I want you to know who's the king of the ska. The king of the ska is right here on top. So take your time, take time for the king is back. Take your time, you've got to know that the king is back. Take your time, beware, for he's right on top. The king is back, right here, and he's right on top. |
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Oh Lord, it's you
It pays, it pays Every man, every woman Every boy, every girl Been this way down To do good I wish you try to do good I wish you In the morning you leave your home And now it's time to go back home Is what I heard early this morning Without even getting a warning It pays, it pays Every man, every woman Every boy, every girl Been this way down To do good I wish you try to do good I wish you In the morning you leave your home And now it's time to go back home Is what I heard early this morning Without even getting a warning It pays, it pays Every man, every woman Every boy, every girl Been this way down To do good I wish you try to do good I wish you |
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Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed. Poor me, Israelites. Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, So that every mouth can be fed. Poor me, Israelites. My wife and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. "Darling," she said "I was yours to recieve." Poor me, Israelites. Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone. I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. Poor me, Israelites. After a storm there must be a calming. You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm. Poor me, Israelites. I said I get up in the morning, stabbing for bread, sir, So that every mouth can be fed. Poor me, Israelites. Said my wife and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. "Darling," she said "I was yours to recieve." Poor me, Israelites. Look, me shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone. I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. Poor me, Israelites. After a storm there must be a calming. You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm. Poor me, Israelites. Poor me, Israelites. I'm wonder why I'm working so hard. Poor me, Israelites. I look down and out, sir. |
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Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa do not lick me with that
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma it licked too hot I've got the flipping hiccups mama I've got the flipping hiccups papa Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma I am feeling sick Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa licked me with the licking stick I've got the flipping hiccups mama I've got the flipping hiccups papa (ohhh hi-hi) Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa do not lick me with that Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma it licked too hot I've got the flipping hiccups mama I've got the flipping hiccups papa Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma I am feeling sick Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa licked me with the licking stick I've got the flipping hiccups mama I've got the flipping hiccups papa Mama please tell daddy do not hit me with that Mama I'm feeling pain I'm really really feeling Mama help me tell my daddy to help me I can't stand I can't No, I can't stand it No, no... |
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