We nuh have to, we nuh idiot, we nuh fool and we nuh silly
We follow some little boy and gang up, bunks up and wheelie
How the times a cold and some of dem nuh feel chilly
When me roll out and me have some nice little filly
Bad man nuh smoke rock, so we nuh rock away
We nuh eat down the rock, so we nuh frock away
We nuh sit down pon jock, so we nuh jock away
I say sir, nuh meditation, must dash away