Tell me that you're frozen like whiskey thrown in a bourbon bottle
Or as the father said, you're as crisp as a bamboo wattle
Well I kinda say, this a the sound you gotta talk to, as I would tell you baby
Kinda sound a make you trackle, as I would say
As I play you exclusive, extraordinary sounds from Jamaica way called the sidewalk doctor on the scene
Now you can hear Mr. T a-blowing from his saxophone, real keen
So you cats gotta board the train, because I won't be coming back
When I tell you this sound's heavy like we're moving pon one stock, as I would say
You can hear the words of wisdom I, your brother, would play you on the scene
When I tell you my woman's hand was as swift as a kitten's paw
Scrapping her man's loot and putting her hands on the jaw
Tell you about this kinda woman, as I would say
Teasing and talking out her way, and so pretty like a prophecy, but we draw, it's lovely [?], as I would say, yeah
A woman's bosom is a red box, be careful brother, you are over tax
I kinda tell you 'bout the sax, as I would play the sidewalk doctor on the scene
Baby, be real keen, folks a-jiggle then a-wiggle from my record machine
Old capital of Jamaica called Spaintown, you know
Blow, Mr. T, to make them free like a bird in a tree, as I would say
Tell you, cat
Sidewalk doctor on the scene, exclusively sound, as I would play you, real keen
So you gotta make the scene and be keen, as I would tell you
Blow, Mr. T, Jamaica free like some kinda bird in a tree
And give them love and unity for I and I
Yeah
Play the flute, as I would tell you, brothers, I would say
Let me see your smiles on your face like the commercial TV
Kinda way, gotta take no break for no rehearsal, like I would say
Sidewalk doctor on the scene, as I would tell you, exclusive instrumental [?] as I would tell you, gotta socialize
And kinda now and then, you gotta realize, you know
Exactly what the brother got to say
Sound a coming down Jamaica way
Tell you
Bow, you cats got to hear one sax, as I would tell it to you
Got to hold your rake and really no fake, you got to give and take, the sidewalk doctor on the scene, you got to be keen, as I would tell it to you
Or as the father said, you're as crisp as a bamboo wattle
Well I kinda say, this a the sound you gotta talk to, as I would tell you baby
Kinda sound a make you trackle, as I would say
As I play you exclusive, extraordinary sounds from Jamaica way called the sidewalk doctor on the scene
Now you can hear Mr. T a-blowing from his saxophone, real keen
So you cats gotta board the train, because I won't be coming back
When I tell you this sound's heavy like we're moving pon one stock, as I would say
You can hear the words of wisdom I, your brother, would play you on the scene
When I tell you my woman's hand was as swift as a kitten's paw
Scrapping her man's loot and putting her hands on the jaw
Tell you about this kinda woman, as I would say
Teasing and talking out her way, and so pretty like a prophecy, but we draw, it's lovely [?], as I would say, yeah
A woman's bosom is a red box, be careful brother, you are over tax
I kinda tell you 'bout the sax, as I would play the sidewalk doctor on the scene
Baby, be real keen, folks a-jiggle then a-wiggle from my record machine
Old capital of Jamaica called Spaintown, you know
Blow, Mr. T, to make them free like a bird in a tree, as I would say
Tell you, cat
Sidewalk doctor on the scene, exclusively sound, as I would play you, real keen
So you gotta make the scene and be keen, as I would tell you
Blow, Mr. T, Jamaica free like some kinda bird in a tree
And give them love and unity for I and I
Yeah
Play the flute, as I would tell you, brothers, I would say
Let me see your smiles on your face like the commercial TV
Kinda way, gotta take no break for no rehearsal, like I would say
Sidewalk doctor on the scene, as I would tell you, exclusive instrumental [?] as I would tell you, gotta socialize
And kinda now and then, you gotta realize, you know
Exactly what the brother got to say
Sound a coming down Jamaica way
Tell you
Bow, you cats got to hear one sax, as I would tell it to you
Got to hold your rake and really no fake, you got to give and take, the sidewalk doctor on the scene, you got to be keen, as I would tell it to you
( I-Roy )
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