Mi buy wan posh house inna Beverly Hills,

So one day while dusting my window sills,

Who me see a move next door?

No de Boogooyagga dem,

Same time me stop do mi chores,

Me run to hevry room and shut down de levelors,

De nex ting me knoe, Mrs. Boogooyagga was knocking,

Asking to borrow some coors,

Coors? I remarked,

Dem mussey tink me is a loafer who love fi skylark,

Me tel har sey mi no have no beer,

But go ask Mrs. Stocious if she dare,

But see here!

Dem tek Beverly Hills mek "poppy show",

De next ting me knoe,

She a hang out bedspread pon de porch,

Fi shade de evening glare,

While ar meat de pon de lawn a scarch,

Lawd mi feel shame till me can't explain,

Mi call me real estate Broker Mr. Blane,

Mi tell him fi cum quick ar mi ketchin de first plane,

Thank God fi de U.S. Airforce dem come instead and get rid of de Boogooyaggas,

Dem lef so quick, mi nevva get fi offer dem crackers,

Anyway, it was far de bes,

I can tell when people are planning on being a pest,

Lord Jesus I am so happy!

I feel so sentimental and sappy.