Hola Frank

Hello Frank, how ya doin'? Are you alright?

Sunday morning blues, you know, just ain't the best

When you just wanna lie down and have a good rest

'Cause the nerves kinda get to you when you feel kinda small

And all those things movin' up and down against the wall

Then you tie on that bandanna, and you feel kinda tough

Even though you know that life is really rough

And your mama comes and hits you with a plastic telephone

And she's gone and tell you that you're not even home

And she has called you on that telephone, Lord

She has called you on that telephone

Your mom said you weren't home, she called you on the telephone

Your mom told you you weren't home, oh, mama why did you do?

What'd you do? She thinks I'm with her, I'm gonna get blue

I'm gonna cut my fro, I'm gonna smash my head

I'm gonna jump into the bath, I'm gonna lie in bed

Well, anyway, that never happened

Because, one day, religion came to stay, oh yeah

Religion came to stay, oh yeah, bad vibes

They've all gone away, oh yeah

Religion come to stay, alright, what to tell Rastafari religion?

You know, I tell ya, God is there in the Heaven and he looks after you

That's what they say

Well, I'm tellin' you from the southern United States of America

That God and Christ are in your body, and they're livin' through you

Dominus, vosbicum etu spiritu tuum

Alright, let's pray, let us pray

Oh-poh-poh-poh-oh-oh

Let us pray, ha-ha ha ha

Let us pray, pray, pray, pray

Baby, pray, pray for us

Oh, Jesus Christ, won't you pray for us?

Oh, won't you pray for us?

I think we're there, oh no, maybe not, doesn't matter, keep on

Well, you know, these songs get kinda long

Especially when they call me on the telephone recently

Well, I been thinking 'bout things but I've forgotten of what I thought

So I think I'll just go on, sing this

Oh, baby, stand by me, oh no, no

No woman, no cry

Oh no