Old Drunkard
Ole drunkard and im sweetheart riding down the road,
Too "coked" up to give a rat's tail about the child crossing over,
"Bambadambam!"
Lord Jesus!
The Range Rover im a drive tun ova,
De chile im lik look blacka dan a watch strap at Bulova,
'Cause im mash ar into de ground,
She an de tar mek one compound,
Im com out wid im mad eeks self,
A yell an scream,
Im a call fa help,
Im look wild inna im eye dem,
Im hair stan pon end,
If im no de pon sumtimg,
Den a me den,
Im tell de sargent sey,
Im an im sweetheart was on dere way home,
When de chile was wondering in de street like a gnome,
Im beep ar. Im yell at ar,
She nevva ear him,
Old Drunkard was tink a rum cyant done,
Yet de sargent jus flag im on,
A strange event but very true,
An elaborate cover-up while a kid lay black and blue,
You may ask me how I know so much about dis issue,
I was the truck driver who saw evryting,
You knoe sey,
Dem did pay me off too.
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