Lyrics:

Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica (Hear me now, me lion)

Down in Jamaica Briggy born and grow
The Ochi Rios falls, I man love it so
I used to go at school and play tee-tah-toe
And down in Jamaica them play domino
I tell you, St. Catherine down to Hanover
Man, Trelawny down to Westmoreland
I tell you, St. James right 'round to Clarendon
Lord, even St Mary right 'round to Portland
I man borrow my brother van
Was making a tracks going over these hills, man
To check my grandfather, who is a farmer
Lord, who live in a Manchester area
Give me seventeen bunch an' di green-green banana
Thirty-four pound of di Irish potato
Fifty-five pounds of di sweet-sweet cassava

Lord, him never have no tomato
Him never have no tomato (Hear me now, man)

Mi say di first thing mi do, mi fling the van in a gear
The second thing mi do, mi reach at Spanish Town Square
By my surprise is a woman appear
She say 'Papa Briggy, what you really have there?' (Hey)
Whole heap of green-green banana
Thirty four pound of di Irish potato
Fifty-five pound of di sweet-sweet cassava
Eighty-four pound of the yam name Renta

Lord, mi never have no sensimilia
Mi never have no sensimilia

Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica (Lord)

After, went downtown and check Miss Brown
She say 'Papa Briggy, you're the king of the town
Your complexion no black, Jah know that it brown
That's why you have the food, I said, 'round town' (Lord)
Whole heap of green-green banana
Thirty four pound of di Irish potato
Fifty-five pound of di sweet-sweet cassava
Eighty-four pound of the yam named Renta

Lord, mi never have no tomato
Mi never have no tomato (Lord)

Mi say di first thing me do, mi fling the van in a gear
The second thing mu do, mu reach at Spanish Town Square
The third thing mi do I man tie up my scale
By my surprise, is a woman appear
She say 'Papa Briggy, what you really have there?' (Hey)
Whole heap of green-green banana
Thirty four pound of di Irish potato
Fifty-five pound of di sweet-sweet cassava
Eighty-four pound of the yam named Renta

Lord, mi never have no tomato
Mi never have no sensimilia (That's why mi want you)

Turn me loose, turn me loose (Jah know, ribbit-i-tit-i-tit)
Take the shackles from off my feet
I want to rock to the beat
'Cause it's so long since I have Jah by my side (Woah-oy)
But I really can't take this fighting, and no war

Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica (Imagine)

Down in Jamaica, Briggy born and grow
The Ochi Rios falls, I man love it so
We used to go at school and play tee-tah-toe