歌詞
(From the souvenirs of the yesteryears — another Mikey Dread classic)
Now here comes the musical thing called the Barber Saloon
And I’m a Gemini and I was born in June - you know!
Wow! Good Gosh!
Yeah!
Me say fe come ya natty dreadlocks
Come ya man
Come ya natty dreadlocks
Come ya man
A let me tell you a story
And make me tell you a story
Said I was walking down the road one afternoon
And sight a natty dread in a barber saloon
Him a cut off him dread and him a turn a baldhead
A cut off him dread and him a turn a baldhead
What a rude little dread like that
A tell you this ya dread him must be a idiot
What a rude little dread like that
A tell you this ya dread him a idiot
‘Cause him no love Selassie I
A this ya dread him no know Ras Tafari
A him no love Selassie I
A this ya dread him no know Ras Tafari
Because him cut off him dread and him a turn baldhead
Him cut off him dread and him turn bladhead
A tell you Jah Jah a go strike him dead
A tell you say a Jah Jah a go strike him dead
Woh yeah!
Me say, fe move bladhead because you a no dread
Move bladhead because you a no dread
Because you cut off you dreadlocks
A so me tell you say you have fe dressback
Yeah!
Me say, him can’t loaf a yard cause the time too hard
Him can’t loaf a yard cause the time too hard
The time so dread him have fe trim off him head
Time so dread him have fe trim off him head
Fe look a piece of bread
A tell you say a Jah Jah a go strike him dead
Because him use a razor pon him head
Him use a razor pon him head and him a turn baldhead
A so me tell you him a turn bladhead
Wo yeah!
A what a rude little dread like that
I said I’m walking down the road one afternoon
And sight a natty dread in a barber saloon
Rude little dread like that
And this ya dread him a idiot
A tell you him no love Selassie I
A tell you him no know Ras Tafari
A say the dread want fe dead
The dread want fe dead
The dread want fe dead
Because him a baldhead
‘Cause him no know Selassie I
Because Jah Jah is the king and he is the “King of Kings”
Jah Jah is the Lord and he is the “Lord of Lords”
Me say fe love Him, my brothers
A so me tell you say fe praise Him, my sister
Because every night you pray unto the “Lord of Lords”
And every day you pray unto the “King of Kings’
He is one Selassie I
A so me tell you Him a one Ras Tafari
Eh ah!
A said I’m walking down the road one afternoon
And catch a natty dread ina barber saloon
Him a cut off him dread and him a turn baldhead
Him a cut off him dread and him a turn baldhead
What a rude little dread like that
A tell you this ya dread him a idiot
‘Cause him no love Selassie I
A this ya dread him no know Ras Tafari
Written by Michael Campbell
Published by Dread at the Controls
Written by: Michael Campbell
