Dutty Love - Squeeze

Pussy cyaa be my don Fag cyaa be my God Any weh inna the world you see Unruly People seh, a bad dem bad Long time man ready fi go kill dem How one person fi be children? Get di killy dem crazy now Wha'?! Woi! Wha' happen to di dutty dread? Mek me go use the 40 fi go bust him head The boy ya mussi Barney, a mussi Fred Me nuh chat like Muta pon Cutting Edge Wha' happen to di dutty dread? Mek me go use the 40 fi go bust him head The boy ya mussi Barney, a mussi Fred Him a chat like Muta pon Cutting Edge Pussy! Cyaa call me traitor, cah you nuh straight Trail you and woman, and kill you pon eh gate Big Mac 90 me buss inna you face Then rest the hot nozzle inna yuh catty face War start! Me see the likkle dread boy a try beg friend a Portmore Cyaa style badman and have man pon you bed a tell you bout more Pussy a tell lie, 'bout you step past father You cyaa bad like none a my father Father Shag nor Adidja Palmer Shot beat you inna you head, like warder Boy! Gwan 'itch up inna yuh league, weh a corner Ten shot stuck inna you ears from the Llama The world done know you a barber Popcaan a world cup baller Wha' happen to di dutty dread? Mek me go use the 40 fi go bust him head The boy ya mussi Barney, a mussi Fred Me nuh chat like Muta pon Cutting Edge Wha' happen to di dutty dread? Mek me go use the 40 fi go bust him head The boy ya mussi Barney, a mussi Fred Him a chat like Muta pon Cutting Edge Woi yoi! The war get ugly like Chucky now So you know seh the pussy tun duppy now Big bull dog slug me use kill the puppy now Bay K shot a chop you up like puppy chow Man shot off every locks pon yuh head Axe man buck you up inna the lane and you dead 45 leak out him brain and it red Pon the gas station a Naggo Head Buss me gun inna you ugly face You fi ask me, if you wah run the place Village give the boy one mount a shot fi taste Then badman laugh a bust the case Wha' happen to di dutty dread? Mek me go use the 40 fi go bust him head The boy ya mussi Barney, a mussi Fred Me nuh chat like Muta pon Cutting Edge Wha' happen to di dutty dread? Mek me go use the 40 fi go bust him head The boy ya mussi Barney, a mussi Fred Him a chat like Muta pon Cutting Edge Pussy! Beg a verse pon Everything Nice, and feel like everything nice Dread boy! Jungle man rise every rifle and mek you locks dem spin like dice Grans Pen lef' the place shelly like rice Lef' the dread dutty friend dem, fi go baptize Notnice, mek the Glock bun you like fries Aim fi you big head, and watch you capsize 3 West! Wha' happen to di dutty dread? Mek me go use the 40 fi go bust him head The boy ya mussi Barney, a mussi Fred Me nuh chat like Muta pon Cutting Edge Wha' happen to di dutty dread? Mek me go use the 40 fi go bust him head The boy ya mussi Barney, a mussi Fred Him a chat like Muta pon Cutting Edge Pussy cyaa be my don Fag cyaa be my God Any weh inna the world you see Unruly People seh, a bad dem bad Long time man ready fi go kill dem How one person fi be children? Get di killy dem crazy now Wha'?! Woi!

(Difford/Tilbrook) She's not a picture above somebody's fire She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer, She waits to get even with me. She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother, She meets me in Piccadilly. A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance His song relays worlds of most good intentions, A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection. She talks about office she talks about dresses She's seen one she fancies her smile is impressing, So maybe I'll treat her someday. We queue among strangers and strange conversation Love's on the lips of all forms of engagements, All queuing to see tonight's play. A man behind me talks to his young lady He's happy that she is expecting his baby, His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round lately. The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry We escaped in the rain for an Indian curry, At the candle lit Taj Mahal. My lips to a napkin I called for a taxi The invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me, My mind took a devious role. The cab took us home through a night I'd not noticed The neon club lights of adult films and Trini Lopez, My arm around love but my acting was hopeless. We crept like two thieves from the kettle to the fire We kissed to the sound of the silence that we'd hired, Now captured, your love in my arms. A door opened slightly a voice spoke in worry Mum went to bed without wind of the curry, Our secret love made its advance. Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle, Heart like a gun was just half of the battle.

She unscrews the top of her new whisky bottle And shuffles about in her candlelit hovel Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens The black and white TV has long seen a picture The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture The postman delivers the final reminders She sells off the silver and poodles in China Drinks to remember I, me and myself And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf Home is a love that I miss very much So the past has been bottled and labelled with love Durin' the wartime an American pilot Made every air-raid a time of excitement She moved to his prairie and married the Texan She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson He became drinker and she became mother She knew that one day she'd be one or the other He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty Drinks to remember I, me and myself And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf Home is a love that I miss very much So the past has been bottled and labelled with love He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber Out on the porch in the middle of summer She crossed the ocean back home to her family But they had retired to roads that were sandy She moved home alone without friends or relations Lived in a world full of age reservation On moth-eaten armchairs, she'd say that she'd sod-all The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle Drinks to remember I, me and myself And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf Home is a love that I miss very much So the past has been bottled and labelled with love Drinks to remember I, me and myself Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf Home is a love that I miss very much So the past has been bottled and labelled with love The past has been bottled and labelled with love The past has been bottled and labelled with love

She's independent, she's a modern woman She needs no prompting on her should and shouldn't It's always bosses, who wish that she wouldn't Files in the cabinet, so neatly numerical Makes all the clients so neatly alphabetical (Turn of 21) She's looking at the map (Looking at the map) Then looking at her watch (Looking at her watch) Bags on the rack (Bags on the rack) Seems like she's there Seems like she's there at the top Seems like she's there at the top There for her service, comfy red Granada Up to the midlands with a taped Sinatra Plans all the hotels and the airplane charters Found under covers with some representative The deal is effected but still only tentative (Turn of 21) She's looking at the map (Looking at the map) Then looking at her watch (Looking at her watch) Bags on the rack (Bags on the rack) Seems like she's there Seems like she's there at the top Seems like she's there at the top Shorthands a letter heading on the paper Slim lines her lunch break will it ever make her? Slender and modern so all the men will take her Back to the mirror in the Empress Hotel Where the businessman smiles and the object to sell (Turn of 21) She's looking at the map (Looking at the map) Then looking at her watch (Looking at her watch) Bags on the rack (Bags on the rack) Seems like she's there Seems like she's there at the top Seems like she's there at the top There at the top, there at the top There at the top, there at the top There at the top, there at the top