I went to my friend's house last night
She told all she had to say she done home
She don't have to tell me no lie, I wanna tell her where her man had gone
When your gal goes down to the station or to the large meeting hall
You can't tell me that Papa, there's another mule in your stall
De laff's on you, the laff's on you
No need to cry woohoo
'Cause de laff's on you
I'm crazy about..., 'cause it grows down in the water
I don't like no monkey hips, 'cause she can't get enough for quarter
You've got crab meat on your head
And codfish on your... ella
She has apron in the front, and that's about all that it has
De laff's on you, the laff's on you
No need to cry woohoo
'Cause de laff's on you
You folks can fix no cuckoo for me
You ain't nothing but a faker
I love my food fixed right, 'cause I'm straight from Jamaica
De laff's on you, the laff's on you
No need to cry woohoo
'Cause de laff's on you