Dat Lyrics

...DAT... by Pluto Shervington
*from 'Pluto' (1976)*
Intro:
Verse 1:
(n.C) G#7 A7
Rasta Ozzy from up de hill,
De-cide fi check 'pon 'im grocery bill.
An' when him add up de t'ings him need,
De dunny done wha' him save, fi buy likkle weed.
Bridge 1:
Him han 'pon him jaw, Lord;
Red him eye an' just meditate.
The time is so hard, Lord;
I man now t'ink 'bout emigrate.
I mek up me mind, Lord;
I might as well go 'gainst I man faith.
So a-forward a-market;
I sight the butcher bwoy by de gate.
Chorus 1:
(You wan' goat?) No I might a-kill I queen,
(Try de beef nuh?) I no check fi no grass weh green.
(Wha' bout fowl?) What'cha know; is time fi a change,
(Mere fish?) Got children out-a dat range.
(How 'bout de steak?) What'cha know, me no sight me rate,
(Try tripe?) Bu'n me belly when I pull me pipe.
(What about de pork then?) Hush your mouth man; me brethren hear,
Sell I a pound of dat t'ing there.
Interlude:
Verse 2:
So when the butcher pull up a stool,
Be-gin fi question Ozzy; how him so fool?
What kind a sump'in cook in a pot?
From him born, him never did hear 'bout dat.
Bridge 2:
Well, what'cha know, master?
Give I time mek'a try explain.
It's just like a flim show,
Fi pro-tect the humble; we change the name.
I would have feel so cute,
Fi come in and ask we some 'Arnold fat'.
I and I feel safer,
If we change the subject and call it dat.
Chorus 2:
(You wan' goat?) No I might a-kill I queen,
(Try de beef nuh?) I no check fi no grass weh green.
(Wha' bout fowl?) What'cha know; is time fi a change,
(Mere fish?) Got children out-a dat range.
(How 'bout de steak?) What'cha know, me no sight me rate,
(Try tripe?) Bu'n me belly when I pull me pipe.
(What about de pork then?) Hush your mouth man; me brethren hear,
Sell I a pound of dat t'ing there.
Interlude:
Verse 3:
Ozzy pay off de butcher bill,
Tek de parcel and trod up the hill.
Like a spite, who do you t'ink him meet?
Rasta Jeremiah from down the street.
Bridge 3:
Guidance me Brethren;
Is wha' you have in a dat dere bag?
Him kinda get frighten,
And be-gin fi hide it be-neat' him rag.
That man no fear I, Lord,
Mek we go up me yard and take a sat.
Meanwhile, light, a fire;
I will help you eat off de pound a dat.
Chorus 3:
(You wan' goat?) No I might a-kill I queen,
(Try de beef nuh?) I no check fi no grass weh green.
(Wha' bout fowl?) What'cha know; is time fi a change,
(Mere fish?) Got children out-a dat range.
(How 'bout de steak?) What'cha know, me no sight me rate,
(Try tripe?) Bu'n me belly when I pull me pipe.
(What about de pork then?) Hush your mouth man; me brethren hear,
Sell I a pound of dat t'ing there.
Outro:
(Repeat to Fade)
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