Lyrics:

Rastaman sing for her a line
Sing to her a line
How not to notice
Look at her taste
The banquet is in her hands
They're depending on her things
Orchestrater
This time is one of many times
She was called upon to serve her people
Her people
It looks like they're joyfully
Ambiently socializing in line
That little black woman holding this whole thing
Down
Disgruntled she cheerfully scold them to cheer
From frown
She rad and you say yes mama
In front of everyone all around
So mama keep on wearing her crown
Keep on wearing her crown
She run her kitchen with know how
Don't play around
She say don't call, just bring the youth dem come
Around
Mama keep on Wearing Her Crown
Rastaman sing for her a line
Sing for her a line
For all she didn't know
She knew how
Enough to make them seek her know how
With competence and careful preparation with
Love
She experience guile
So she know the serpent and dov
Is all love
Strength and helping hands
For just to keep her among
A blessing her birth
And a benefit to all her ones
All her ones
Her crown, Mama keep on wearing her crown
Jah bless them the fruit of her loins
Her daughters and sons
And Jah bless the parentage and guiding
Principles
That gave us such a one
Such a one
Well how she love to work from the rising of
Sun
Yes she make to feel ashemeth the younger
Ones
That's why her people love her with
Floodgates
Of food and happiness
Celebration a gwaan