[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)]