YELLOWMANThis Old Man Lyrics
Now dedicate this one to all the children
In jamaica and all over the world
Coming from king yellowman.
Yellowman, he played one.
He played knick-knack on my drum
With a knick-knack, paddy whack, give a dog a bone
Yellowman come rolling home.
Yellowman, he played two.
Me tell you no lie, man, me tell you the truth
Me favorite color is yellow and blue
You love me and i love you.
Yellowman, he played three.
All of the girls them say they love me
So me left from jamaica and go a miami
Me live in a the town and not the country.
Yellowman, he played four.
Me left from jamaica and gone pon tour
Fe go sing fe the rich and sing fe the poor
Yellowman him a go tell you the score.
Yellowman, he played five.
Me love reggae music me keep it alive
And me want fe me honey me go a bee hive
That's why yellowman him have fe strive.
Me climb from the bottom then me reach to the top
Tell you yellowman him a the king of the crop
Nuff a talk 'bout me slim but me know me no fat
Right a now man me hot pon the spot.
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock rock
4 o'clock, 5 o'clock, me rock non-stop
Tell you yellowman he just a work round the clock
Everybody know say me hot 'pon the spot.
Yellowman, he played six.
Me is a teacher with a lot apprentice
And everybody says that me full of lyrics
Some a talk 'bout that but listen to this.
Yellowman, he played seven.
No one wanna die but they want go heaven
And you step on me foot i beg your pardon
Sometimes things happen fe a reason.
Yellowman, he played eight.
Great is great, great shouldn't underrate
Me love for me cassette, me love for me tape
Excuse me now me going on a date.
Yellowman, he played nine.
Me look pon me watch and me tell you the time
You want to know it's quarter to nine
All a the girls make me feel so fine.
Yellowman, he played ten.
Pass me the paper, pass me the pen
I gonna write a letter to me girlfriend
And tell her fe come back again.
Me under me roots and plus me culture
Open the bible me read up the scripture.
All the children down in a africa.
All the children down in america.
All the children over in a canada.
What happen to the place what they call cuba?
Na forget the place named jamaica,
Saint lucia and down in a africa.
these lyrics are submitted by kaan
Songwriter(s): Winston Foster
Copyright: Dub Plate Music Publishers Ltd.
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