Uncle Black from Jamaica.
Six o'clock, wake up, get out of bed.
I feel a truck ran over my head.
Another day of stress and sorrow.
Skip breakfast 'couse I gotta go.
Ain't got not time to take it slow.
And I will do my hair tomorrow.
I can't take it no more, it's not what I'm living for.
But godfather Black for Jamaica sends me owls every day. "Just make a porkey and take a summer holy-holiday.
Six o'clock my job is still undone.
The life I'm living ain't no fun, another day of stress and sorrow.
My boss just don't give me a brake, and this is more than I can take.
I think I'll quit this job tomorrow.
I can't take it no more, it's not what I'm living for.
But godfather Black for Jamaica sends me owls every day. "Just make a porkey and take a summer holy-holiday".
I need a holy-holiday, you need a holy-holiday, we need a holy-holiday, everybody needs a holy-holiday.
