Unforgettable song, because it was so wierd. I listened to it intently as a boy, because I was so curious as to what in the world he was saying. Now I listen to it intently because it takes me back to when I was a boy.
I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir,
so that every mouth can be fed,
Poor me, Israelites.
Mi wife an' ma kids they pack up an'a leave me,
"darling" she said "I was yours to recieve",
Poor me, Israelites.
Cho! shirt dem a tear-up, trousers a go,
I don' wan' to end up like Bonny and Clyde,
Poor me, Israelites.
After a storm there mus' be a calming,
you catch me in your palm, you sound your alarm,
Poor me, Israelites.