[Stoat]

Desmond Dekker Lyrics - Israelites

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.

[trisham]

I still don't know what it means. :)

[DumpsterDiver]

Poor Desmond isn't getting much of a send off, is he? Too many young whippersnappers around these parts.

So, anybody want to put in a bid for my slightly battered 45 RPM of the Israelites?

I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir,
so that every mouth can be fed,
Poor me, Israelites.