Lyrics:

[Verse 1:]
Sunday gone I jump on a mini bus
I really late but it's not my fault
And when we nearly reach by the terminus
I feel di bus come to a halt

We lick a ram goat down a de round-about
But just as if that could not suffice
A bredda run through the bus and start to shout
\'You shoulda dead mek we buy a pound a rice\'

[Chours:]
Ram goat liver good fi mek mannish water
Billy goat teeth mek the earring for you daughter
Curried goat lunch put de bite in your bark
It mek you daughter ... It mek you daughter walk and talk

[Verse 2:]
Well the news spread fast like a telegram
Nobody know whey de goat come from
We raise a pot and a pan from an Iyah-man
Who sit down deh, all along

Two twos and the pot a boil
A head a yam and banana tip
Meanwhile, quarters waters a gwan
Lick me goat and a *meeeh* tek me sip

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Well I pop two belch and I make a sigh
I tek a walk go outta street
But while I waitin down di road, fi bum a ride
I feel a gripe and I start feel very weak

Before too long, you no haffi ask
A running belly like a judgement day
A everybody in the road a dead wid laugh
Its then I know that crime will never pay

[Repeat Chorus]

[*Guitar Solo*]

[Repeat Chorus (2x)]