Letras de Jacob Miller - On The Twelve Days Of Ismas Letras de Jacob Miller - On The Twelve Days Of Ismas

Jacob Miller

On The Twelve Days Of Ismas lyrics

On The Twelve Days Of Ismas Lyrics

Jacob Miller

'On the first day of Christmas, my feelings wasn't good
I am brukker than bruk, I don't know what to do in this year
On the second day of Christmas, my belly start to roar
Pickney out a door, and I don't know what to really do

On the third day of Christmas, the rent man start to bawl
Bailiff out a door, and I don't know what to do this year
On the fourth day of Christmas the people whispering
I can't get a privacy and I don't know what to really do

On the fifth day of Christmas, I try and get a work
Sweep out the office, mix likkle coffee
And I just feeling little better now

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On the sixth day of Christmas, I get a likkle pay
Money here and ?? 'cause I buy pickney's shoes and clothes
On the seventh day of Christmas I driving through town
Christmas tree a light, Babylon a bite and I end up over central

On the ninth day of Christmas, tings not looking good
Policeman start to beat I up and I don't really do nothing
On the tenth day of Christmas, I start to look alive??
Police man said no bail till next year this time

I know next year this time, things will looking great
'Cause I should a be out to see the twelth day of Christmas
So me smoke up the herb inna central now
Spend the Christmas inside a jail and everybody sing..

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