POEMS FROM DEADLY ENDING SEASON
Ole Charlie boy
You still deh a inglan
Charlie boy
You still deh a London
Yes
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
Yes
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
Razing mi voice a likkle
e did fass
Fe ask mi dat question
Cause we both is in
De same position
For we both come
Here in de fifties
A kinda runaway
From yard perplexities
An we all come find
De same sin-ting
Low paid jobs
Bad housing
So yes
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
Yes
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
Mi still on the dole
Still in de hole
Still is as bruck
And can't find no wok
What about your children
Charlie boy
What about you plan dem
Charlie boy
Well
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
Well
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
mi sey
Mi only boy is as worser than mi
Dem sen him to prison
On dem new sus law
Dem sen him to prison
Cause dem catch him with a draw
An de gals dem a breeding agen
Dem total children come to ten
De mada an mi is not so sweet
She sey all mi do is to walk de street
Ole Johnny boy
Time is rough
Ole Johnny boy
Time is tough
Mi save up so money
Mi waa fe go home
Telephone de airport people dem
Ole Johnny boy
Time is rough
Ole Johnny boy
Time is tough
De cost fe de flight
Is more than wha me have
Coulda sell de house
If belong to mi
Ole Johnny boy
Time is rough
Ole Johnny boy
Time is tough
Mi ago die in inglan
Johnny boy
We ago die in inglan
Johnny boy
Cause mi bruck in inglan
Johnny boy
Cause we bruck in inglan
Johnny boy
Ole Johnny boy
Time is rough
Ole Johnny boy
Time is tough!