Buenos dias, senor amigos, what can I do for you, eh?

I come looking for the one that they call Prince Jazzbo, and the one they call [?], and Shorty the Presidento

Is it the one that mash up the residence, senor?

Si, him and him friends would chat

Senor, they have [?] the undertaker

Who killed him?

They say it was Pancho Villa, but I know it was I-Roy from St. Jago de la Vigo, senor amigos

My name ain't no Jack of the Palance

Right now I got these cats inna balance, yah, yeah

Coming down from a mountain high, I catch a star

I'm black and I'm prude and I'm very rude, I tеll you

I'm the cat who cause dancing sounds without a flaw

My name is I-Roy, hеlls in and toes off for the devil's brother-in-law

Bad when I'm the speaker man, and dangerous like the tiger found in God

And I have these cats around my [?] and I could never stall, way round deh

And each and every day when I come on down Jah Jah way

I play my higher [?] from the sound that lead the way, yeah

Rastaman, yeah

Aye

Nyabinghi I, ah yeah

I coming down for Rastaman, yeah

On the sound that lead the way like I do when I come on down the way, yeah

Ah, yeah

Number one in the neighbourhood, you got to feel so good

I'm the musical doctor

Yeah, and I'm feeling kinda cold, you gotta put on your medical reactor, yeah

I tell you baby, I'm totally shocking like electric, yeah

So all you gotta do is run come quick and slick, and no need to bring your walking stick, yeah

I've got the pill for your fever and chill, yeah

Right now I'm not boasting, I'm just a-toasting, yeah

Ain't gonna try no man cursing, I'm just rehearsing, yeah

Man oh man, you gotta watch my style, because I'm too versatile, and come on down on it, and you ain't gotta wait a while

Wah, be cool baby, way round deh, yeah

Keep on tapping and your hands a-clapping

[?] for real, very much like when I'm a boss jockey, yeah, yeah

Totally good for your vibration

While I remain the musical sensation

I keep on from paralyze and burn all the weakheart conception, yeah

Driven them back [?]

I can't tell ya, the midnight hour

When I shower down the shower each and every hour on the hour, say

Be bound to devour

And never you stick around like a cornflour, yeah

Coming down from my [?]

And if you're young or old, you gotta let the good times roll, and baby, gotta touch your soul, and what about the half that's never been told?

Alright, solid gold, yah

Move your sweet potato, yah, yeah

And all you got to is tell it to your neighborhood and make you feel good, yeah

Jah Jah way, yah

I give thanks and praise to the King, higher congo I, Adoni I, Allah-u-Abha I, Selassie I

King of kings and Lord of lords, conquering lion of the tribe of Judea

Elective God, so high and so mighty, never stay low

Heathens strung out on the go, I tell you, yeah

Ital food, Ital youth

Kinda vital, so don't you be rude, yeah