I never come down low, I know me a long go
Burning like a fire, the General come round
Oh Lord, like father like son, the General a pass through
Give me little space, make me dolly pass you
I'm in a fade figure, grab up the mic and slow come
Steaming up like a high tall stool
General you won't see a General you know
First class DJ, my wife and a man
I'm a ram up and a dance with microphone in a man
But it a real General Selassie